Why we dont have naked time?

We dont give Jack naked time because...I dont want him peeing everywhere. Well the other night he was taking a shower with Shawn and ran into the living room and jumped on his horse. Who can yell at the cutest naked cowboy ever! So we let him play and while I was sitting on the floor reading the paper he came over and peed all over me. Not one drop on the carpet, but still I think that naked time will once again cease.

He also started AWANA's last night and loved it!! I was thinking it would be a fun activity but we went really not knowing what to accept, I mean really how much can a year and a half old learn. But what it was was alot of music, playing, coloring, and a snack(which I think was Jacks favorite part) :) They also gave Jack a t-shirt, and I took a few pictures to show. This is Pastor Myers, who adores Jack, as does his wife Barb. This is a new church that were visiting that is about 10 minutes from the house. Really small, but a good group of people. The church looks like an old saloon..I'll take a picture this coming sunday, so you can see what I mean.

Trick or Treat...or Cookie?

Jack went trick or treating as Superman this year. His best buddy Max went as Flash. We were trying to get the whole Justice League together, but we got a pair together at least. He cant say trick-or-treat...so he said Cookie? all night long. Everyone thought he was so cute and instead of carrying his bag ( daddy did) he would grab a piece of candy and then place it in his bag. Some ladies thought this was adorable that he picked out his "favorites"( really my favorite's). Heres some pics:

The Office

This is the new office at Ricky's. I sit on the right against the wall. Which is the only place in the basement that our cell phones work.

And this is the view I have all day.....Ricky!

Cocoa Puffs make the world go round

These are some new pictures I snapped of Jack on the way home yesterday. He's eating cereal, which he calls "cookie", and loves them. i never thought cocoa puffs could make a kid so happy. He really is turning into a little man.

Splashing and Screaming

This was at the chestatee river last friday. Jack was playing in the river, and then just decided to plop right down, and sit and splash!! He had so much fun, once he realized he could splash and scream as much as he wanted. ( we try to keep splashing to a minimum while in the bath)
He is growing up so quick!! Last weekend he started drinking out of juice boxes, which for a few weeks there he would drink and squeeze them and cause apple juice to drench his clothes. Now...he knows he can only have one if he doesnt squeeze it, he learned fast. Juice boxes are like dessert for him, since he never has straight juice, its watered down alot.

DOG DIARY:
8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!
--Dog

CAT DIARY: Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I neverthelessmust eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet. Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly Demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a 'good little hunter' I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of 'allergies.' I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage. This morning? I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow-- but at the top of the stairs. I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded. The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now... Cat