Hey, we're back at the Dixie Chicken for a drink. Dad is having a hard time sharing...
"Uncle Matt" thought it was time I had my own ride. We call it "Little Red" because Dad drives "Big Red".
Ah, this is the life- my own wheels!
Chillin' with Dad waiting for this Ike...
See my teeth? My Dad thinks I'm a crazy kid!
Showing off my walking skills to the neighbor ladies!
Ike came through- but we had little damage compared to lots of Texans.
Dad got to work sawing down trees like I'd never seen!
Mom thought he'd never stopping sawing down trees- he was going house to house!
Our pickup piles from the yard. I sat in the back and supervised my parents when I wasn't sleeping.
Mom, really, it's not Halloween yet. I'll stop pulling the velcro bibbs off, really.
One cup full of food at a time!
It's off to get Dad to change his clothes from work. I'm one handed on the walking now.
Look at me go!
I'm gonna get you, Dad!
Look what I found!
A sword of sorts!
Now, how do I get back in the pack and play?
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