My First Hand Turkey

Mommy says she thinks I have talent.

Even as a newborn I knew right from wrong

My Aunt B "tagged" me. Here's the rules:

1. Pick the fourth picture folder on your computer
2. Pick the fourth picture in said folder
3. Post it with an explanation
4. Tag four more people

This is a picture of me when I'm about two months old. You can tell my grandparents were in town, otherwise I would never be caught dead wearing orange on this side of Nashville. Why? Because orange is yucky! Blue brings out my eyes so much better. See?



Told you so.

Tagging four people is going to be problematic, as I only know three people who have blogs and one of them tagged me. So everybody is tagged. Except Aunt B. You're excused. :)

Does this make my bum look big?

Know what that is? Besides proof positive that my mom is nutso? That's a cloth diaper. How did I find myself in this predicament? Well, it all started two weeks ago...

Mommy was emptying my diaper pail and carrying the bag to the dumpster. Predictably the bag broke, there were diapers everywhere, mom looked around, sighed and said, "What kind of world am I leaving my son?" Um, one with the convenience of disposable diapers, yes? No.

So she went online, ordered a "trial package" of cloth diapers and that brings us to today and my present predicament.

Well, just so happens I'm working on my own "trial package." We'll see how long this experiment lasts.

Want some?

I had to go to the doctor today. I have croup AND an ear infection. They gave me this nifty little thing called a nebu -- nebucanizer -- nebulabizer -- a breathing thingy. This is me trying to eat it. It makes me feel much better! I also got some banana flavored antibiotics. Did you know that I love bananas?

And Uncle Bob, mom got your request and she's working on it. :)

I've got courage, yes I do!

I've got courage, how 'bout you?!

This is me wearing the new hoodie towel that my Aunt B gave me. It's chocolate brown, super soft, and has a picture of a lion that was drawn by one of the patients at St. Jude. Don't I look, erm, courageous? And the best part about it is that it helps sick boys and girls beat ugly things like cancer! That takes a lot of courage!

Because "Eight Toes" would be dumb!

Daddy took another crack at clipping my finger and toe nails the other day. I was a little nervous he might clip a "little" too much like the first time. I am happy to let you know I was not maimed this time around and I am glad there was no pain, crying or blood. If he had gotten another one I would have had to rename the blog "Mikey Eight Toes" and that just sounds silly to me.

You didn't tell me you were going to kill it!

Mom was sick and I was cranky, but that didn't stop her from dressing me up like a Jack-o-lantern (costume compliments of my rockin' Aunt B! *waves*) and forcing me out on the porch for this bizarre ritual called "pumpkin carving."



She didn't tell me she was going to kill it!