Madagascar Animals, a Truck and New Pipes

Joey's been collecting the Madagascar happy meal toys. (Madagascar is his favorite movie right now--can't wait until part 2 is on video!) This morning, I found him playing with them in his cereal.

Joey likes to climb us. He says "Daddy, I climb you. You're a ladder!"

This is Joey inside Earl's new truck (drinking my root beer). He loves getting to ride upfront. He loves looking at the red and green lights.

Earl had to get a truck for a couple reasons: we just need a truck, and Earl really needs a back up vehicle other than the Harley (although he won't admit it). He still loves to ride it, even in rain and freezing weather.

This is without the camper shell ^

Also, we sold the Camaro and Earl took the money straight to the Harley Davidson and got new pipes for his Harley. His old ones were chrome, and Earl wanted louder ones that were black. ^

It looks good, huh? And they are very loud. I don't have handy pics of "before" but I"m sure you can find them on one of our old blogs if you really want to see.

11111111111111111111111111111111111111 - That was Joey. He loves to type now. We have to set him up a blank page so that he can type to his heart's content.

Oh I just thougth of a funny story. When Earl and Joey were playing in Joey's room the other day ( I was here at the computer working, and could hear them through the baby monitor), I heard the funniest thing. They were playing normally, then all of a sudden Joey tooted and jumped up and said "I hear a noise out my butt!" It was so funny. Earl cracked up and sent Joey to tell me. And he did.

Hilarious. He acts like he's never realized that he's done that before, but he most certainly has. He talks about it plenty when he "toots." I can't get him potty trained, but he'll do that on the toilet for me. Ha ha.

Okay, that's enough fun for one day. We're headed to Asheville for Thanksgiving tomorrow (what a busy weekend it will be). Can't wait to see everyone we can and eat all that delicious (or "dewichious" as Joey says) turkey.

Gone Fishing

Lounging around the house.

Joey Long Legs

Daddy promised Joey a trip to see horses after Church last sunday. Joey rode patiently with Green Daddy:

This is before the horse show started. Earl and Joey checked out the area. I took these pictures far away from the warmth of the car. :-) My zoom on my camera isn't so bad afterall.

Watching the horse show, eating an oatmeal cookie.

He's addicted to Dew just like his Daddy.

Me, my baby, and his Green Daddy.

Joey referred to this horse as "orange legs."

Okay, now the fishing part. Joey, out of the blue started talking about going fishing. Not sure if he saw it on TV or heard someone talking about it or what. But all of a sudden for days all he wanted to do was go catch fish. So sunday night we went and bought him a fishing pole that he had asked for last time we went to Wal-Mart (a Lightening McQueen fishing pole) and tackle box. He had fun for HOURS playing with that pole and box that night.

He went to bed pretty easy that night because he knew he was going fishing when he woke up.

He learned how to cast and reel it in himself. He was very proud.

Daddy gave him some equipment for his tackle box.

Kiwi watched the excitement from her safe place on the computer desk.

On Monday we went to Maysville and did some fishing!

Refusing to keep on the hat and keep the jacket zipped, even though it's freezing outside.

This duck just approached us, waiting for us to feed it, I guess. This is Joey being very still so he won't scare it ^

This is the second spot we fished. Joey found a comfy place with the chips and drink.

More ducks: Joey fed them chip scraps.

He kept asking to go swimming with them.

Me and Joey fishing.

It looks like I've caught a fish ^ but really I just got hung up , again. None of us caught anything (except for the minow Earl put in the net and let Joey think he caught. That was cute.)

He discovered some of the bait.

When he got bored of fishing, Earl let him release the bait. He picked them up one by one and tossed them in the lake.

He actually liked holding them.

Exhausted on the ride home.

I pulled out my camera to take a picture of him where he kept pulling his hood up. He saw the camera and said "I run away!" And he did.

I don't know, he just looks to me like he's about to rob a candy store on his "bike." He's a hoodlum.

Ketchup face.