It's SUPERMAN!

Look at me... I'm the big-boy of steel!

See me enjoying the Halloween holiday as Superman. (Thank you, Andrew, for the hand-me-down.) Truthfully, it's okay being Superman, but I'd rather be Batman. I've told my folks that many times, especially when we go to "Toys-that-R-Us," but they smile and say how much fun I'll have as the "S" guy.

Happy Halloween everyone!

Go Braves!

Oh wait, they aren't in the playoffs this year. Neither are the Cardinals; Mom's favorite team. And neither are the Yankees; Dad's God-forsaken favorite. Guess I'll root for the Rockies though I know Boston is going to cream them.

We did catch some Braves games in 2007. Here we are in August when it was really, really hot. I did okay, mostly conserving my energy by having Dad tote me around on his shoulder. He says that he's happy to help now but that it'll contribute to his use of a "walker" by the time I graduate from high school -- not that there is anything wrong with a walker. Like most American's, I'm pretty much focused on the here-and-now.

Please join us for a Braves game. We usually have a great time though Mom and Dad experience conflict over their versions of the baseball experience. Mom likes to go to her seats and eat dogs and peanuts. Dad prefers to hit the Chop Shop for nachos and beers. Granny Reichert joined us this summer for a Chop Shop experience and we had a lot of fun. She kept striking up a conversation with a family from Augusta with a son/husband in Iraq. Dad doesn't mind watching the game on the monitor. Psstt.... He's not a true baseball lover though he did win one of his fantasy leagues this year.

We'll see you next season when the Braves get rid of Andrew Jones. Join us for a game.

Me and my posse

Here we are catching a breather in the final days of summer. Meet my "Young Toddler" class. When this was taken we were winding down the year and getting ready for the "Older Toddler" class that began in August. Everyone made the transition and we've added four newbies.

We're all growing fast. Everyday someone is doing a new trick or telling us a really funny story about his or her folks. Don't be mistaken; we compare notes about your parenting styles. Cross one of us and you'll need to tread lightly around here. Think that Nicky tossed that dinosaur by accident?

Watch out Adam Morrison

Beware of my long-range jumper. In or out of my diaper, I can swoosh a 3-pointer from just about anywhere in the living room. Sit down! This is MY HOUSE... On second thought, maybe soccer is my sport.

Giants game

Here I am waiting my turn to hit one out like Barry Bonds. Summer 2006 (notice the ninny) we went to the Giants game in San Francisco. I think they won, but I was more interested in the play area for kids. I did get a few pitches and a chance to field a few balls. Maybe the Braves will get something going as cool as the Giants. There was one little boy trying to butt in front of me. Dad was on the scene.

Boo and the Bear

Here I am paying my respects to Paul Bear Bryant. Although I may be wearing a "G" on my chest, I haven't forgotten from whence I came. I was born in T-town three years ago and it will always be part of who I am. I guess the sooner I learn to spell Tuscaloosa, the better off I'll be.

I met the Bear back in April 2007 when dad and mom were in town seeing their tax guy. We had a chance to walk along the prominade... very beautiful. I'll get a chance to visit him and all my friends very soon when we venture into T-town to catch the UA-UGA game. Looking forward to it, but not sure who I'm going to root for.

Hanging with Mom and Kate

Look at my new buddy. Her name is Kate and we are good pals. I gave her a kiss and then requested, you can guess, "Kiss me Kate." Little Kate just turned one and she's going to set the world on fire. Hopefully I'll see her again before she turns two.

Hanging at Vicky's house

Just stopping by for a photo shoot at Victoria's Secret. Mom and Dad were doing some post-Christmas shopping. I absolutey do not remember where my hat came from. Oh wait, it might have been on the dog. But I do look cute in it, don't I? Despite all the scenery, I was engaged in taking apart the back of a sign in the window display.

Mom visits me at school

Look at us! Mom, me and Tatum (aka., Tater) are on the see-saw. Mom and Dad came early the other day for a goodbye party. One of my favorite teachers is leaving to work in a school system. We will certainly miss her.

Look at mom, she's wearing what Dad calls her "Paris Hilton" sunglasses. Mom and Dad are encouraged to visit me, Tater and the gang anytime they want.

Safety first

What a cool Dad. I got a great Black & Decker workbench for Christmas and Dad is playing along (well, it was Mom's idea to get the workbench; dad says I get a Christmas present every month with my 529 plan but I can't count that high yet).

It has a hammer, screwdriver, fake wood, a saw, plastic nails and screws, a vise...and safety googles. I got the other pair of googles with the B&D weedeater Grandma got me. "Always wear your googles when weedeating," she says. In the picture we're just goofing off a bit and not really doing any work. Oh, Mom also got me a really cool nail gun with a laser spotter. Now I know why Dad talked Mom into buying a fixer upper.