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Like Father, Like Son...

I think this picture says it all...

Don't worry Mom. There's still hope :)

THOMAS THE TRAIN MAKES A NICE HAT...

It doesn't take much to get me excited. For example: I love my new hat. Can you tell?

If you want one for your little boy, just get on over to your nearest Walmart. Fast!
Oh, did I mention that these particular hats are in the underwear aisle? Go figure.

I'm Ready To Go...

I'm not sure where we might be going, but I'm ready to hit the streets.

Unfortunately, those crazy kids always make me hurry up and wait...

Not to worry. I think I'll go play in a mud puddle or something. That usually gets their attention :)

Now I Gotta Cut Loose, Footloose...

Those crazy kids are in denial. They really are. If Little Man can't wiggle his toes, then the kicks are too small. I've been whining about this for a few weeks now, but nobody seems to be listening. (Well, Howie listens, but he has his own issues to tend to...)

Anyway, not to worry. Take a peek at the rubber soled wonders I found lying around our house. Are they me or what? Not only do they look good, they feel pretty good, too...

   

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow...

Take a good look at my mop. Word around the house is that my mother is going to lower my ears.

I'm concerned, because last I knew, she did not attend Barber School. *sigh*

Anyway, I'm all for saving a buck here and there, but I take pride in my head threads. I really do.

So, Mom. If you're listening...

Leave the sideburns alone, okay? Thank you.

When You're Smiling, When You're Smiling...

I've heard people call me Paulie Parrot. And, I'm okay with that.

When I mimic someone, they say: Monkey Say Monkey Do, Owen.

However, all that makes me snicker inside. Doesn't anyone realize that I'm the one who makes people copy me???

It's true. For example: when I smile, people smile back at me. I learned that trick months ago.

Look at todays picture. I know you beamed back at me when you looked at it...

I rest my case. Paulie Parrot my foot :)

They May Not Be Ruby Slippers, But They'll Do...

Check out the new scuffs those crazy kids bought me.They look pretty darn good, huh?

I tried clicking my heels together, thinking I'd end up at a Nascar event or something, but no such luck. It's probably good that the slippers didn't transport me anywhere. I wasn't dressed for traveling...

Actually, I wasn't wearing anything at all. No shirt. No pants. Not even a diaper. Just the scuffs.

I'm all about freedom, you know :)

Now, If She Only Had A Mohawk...

People tell me all the time that I'm a mini version of my Dad. However, my Mother wishes I looked a tad bit like her. Poor thing. I feel her pain.

Anyway, Dad has a head, shoulders, knees and toes. So do I.

He also has blond hair. Ditto.

The big guy has lots of teeth. I'm chopper city now.

Dad has blue eyes. My eyes are blue brown like my Mom's???

Little Man has brown eyes! That should make my Mom happy...

Now all she needs is some gel and a Mohawk :)

The Paparazzi Isn't So Bad After All...

So, my "G" has this friend Lisa who is always, always snapping my picture. Click. Click. Click.

I think Lisa thinks I'm good eye candy, or something. And, as long as she keeps snapping away, I'll keep posing for her. I'm all about working the crowd lens, you know...

I love the paparazzi. I really do :)

Once A Fashion Statement, Always A Fashion Statement...

Like my new boots? Me too...

Hey, a "Little Man" has to look good in the woods too, you know.