My Belly Button and the Easter Bunny

I like them both. A LOT. And I am a little surprised that this is the first time I am mentioning this here. You know how some people suck their thumbs? Or twirl their hair? Well I dig my finger in my belly button. All. Day. Long. It's how I work things out in my head. Sometimes my button is a little red from over thinking.

Now about the Easter Bunny. I pretty much stalked him on Sunday. I screamed his name! I told him to follow me! (He didn't.) I climbed up his leg. I hugged him. And, I cried when it was time to say goodbye. Love love love the Easter Bunny. Easter was all around fun. We started off the day at church where I was a perfect gentleman. Then we had an egg hunt at my Grammy and Grandfathers' house. Then we had another egg hunt on a HUGE field. I got to pet (and sneak in some picking up of) a baby pig, baby bunnies, and chickens. Oh, and a goat! And there was a puppet show! It was a good day.

And that there is my grandfather. He's not shooting at the 50 yard line. It's just my Easter egg hunt.

Now I'm back at home letting everyone know about all my needs. If I want some food, I say "I need it!" "Dean needs bike!" "I need snack!" "I need up-iz-zown!" (I need you to hang me upside down!) And, don't forget, I need it all to be a BIG!

Banished!

I'm back. My mom hasn't been taking any photos lately, so this is all you get. Some very strange things have been banished from our house lately. My music, for one. And when I say 'my music," I am really referring to one song... When the Saints Come Marching In." I love it love it love it! My mom says it makes here want to vomit. So it has mysteriously gone nigh nigh for a very long time. Hmm.

Lately I have begun wanting to see things for myself. For example, when someone says that the snack is all gone, I say "Dean see it." I want to see that "empty" bag. No use in believing everything I'm told, you know.