After seeing an advertisement showing a young girl in poverty, Dad and I started talking about the different ways we could help poor children like her.  We decided to get a jar in order to save money.  Dad said, “We could help buy them food and Bibles.”

“And pumpkins!” I reminded him.

Timing is everything, especially when it comes to being funny. Consider this episode that happened at breakfast with my Dad.

I love butter, and when it’s on my toast I try to lick it off before ever taking a bite of the bread itself. I had eaten about half when I decided I didn’t want anymore. Dad asked if he could have the rest.

“Did you lick it,” he asked.

“No,” I answered, “I didn’t lick it.”

“Really? You didn’t lick it?”

“Nuh-uh,” I assured him as I shook my head.

Chomp! Dad took a big bite, and as I saw him swallowing I said, “I just kidding…I licked it!”

Mom and I had a good laugh, while Dad’s face seemed to be a shade of green…Ha! My favorite color!

Mom said my timing was perfect on that one.

Earlier this morning Jude, Daddy and I heard thump, thump, thump, thump, thump…thud! Mommy had fallen down half of our steep stairs!

Later, as I tried to console her by patting her on the back, talking softly, I said, “Someday when I be a woman…”

I couldn’t even finish what I was going to say because Mommy was giggling so much.  I guess it worked…she’s obviously feeling better!

Some of you might recall a post from a few days ago when I reported about all the new sports I was learning to play. You may also remember in the photos included with that post I was decked out in an unidentified green and gold football helmet.

Well, unfortunately that helmet was just on loan for the photoshoot. However, I was recently gifted a blue Seattle Seahawks helmet to have for my very own.

I plan to wear it a lot, especially when tackling Daddy, or while watching the Seahawks, Washington Huskies, or possibly any unidentified green and gold teams also.

So, for the last year I’ve been saving all of my money in the railroad bank Granny gave me. We counted everything I’d collected, and I had $20!

This was perfect since I had recently seen some cars I wanted to have, but Mama said I would have to save my money. Surprise Mama, I already did!

After returning two bucks to Jesus at church, I bought four cars from the movie Cars…Doc, Sally, Mr. The King, and Chick.

The other day we went to a cookout at Uncle Ken’s house. Now, I’m a city boy at heart, but being in the country has it’s perks.

For starters, in the city I can’t drive without a license…that day is years away (I think just heard daddy give a sigh of relief). But in the country I got to get behind the wheel of an old tractor. Unfortunately it was too old to start or something.

Also we could have a campfire…which of course meant we just had to roast marshmellows and make smores.

We also got to see llamas, play with cousins, walk through the veggie garden, see a hot air balloon, and all kinds of stuff.

You know, if I’m not careful, I just might turn into a country boy!

It has come to my attention that the families from which I come, both the Hudsons and the Jepsens, are what are known as sports fans.  They watch and cheer and sometimes even play these games common among folks throughout our country and even the world.

I figure it’s high-time I start participating in more than mere child’s-play…I need to start playing sports.  Daddy has often spoken to me of the importance of a good jump-shot (especially how it really wows the women).  He also has been showing me the finer points of an open field tackle (when I’m wearing a Packers helmet, he seems to tackle me really, really hard, though…so it’s important to wear a mouthguard!).

Additionally, Mama has started to teach me baseball.  First-things-first we have to put on a helmet cause she can really throw a heater of a whiffleball.  Then it’s important to wait for the perfect pitch, and my definition of the perfect pitch is when Mama throws the ball right at the bat I’m holding.

Once the ball hits the bat, I throw off the helmet, fling aside the bat, and run straight at Mama.  She wraps me up in her arms and twirls me around and around while we laugh and scream.  Then I run back to home plate.

It’s as simple as that.  And if these cream puffs playing pro sports today don’t get their act together, soon I’ll be earning their paycheck.

I’d have to say that my favorite is Green.  Notice I didn’t say favorite color. Don’t get me wrong…my favorite color is definitely Green.  People always ask, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” I reply.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Green.”

“What’s your favorite animal?”

“Green.”

“What’s your favorite number?”

“Green.”

There’s one exception…”What’s your favorite song?”

“Viva la Vida!”

I have just crossed the threshold of one of the biggest transitions in life.  I have made the move to a big boy bed! It’s pretty sweet.  It’s got side rails, room to hide from Daddy underneath, and it’s part of a bunk bed for when Judeman decides to move into my room (cause there’s no way I’m going to move into his). The change has also provided my new favorite joke to pull on Mommy and Daddy.  They kiss me good night, turn out the lights, shut the door, and head downstairs.  I give them a few minutes to assume all is well.  Then I sneak down the stairs and surprise them!  At first I could tell they thought it was real cute, but now after a couple weeks I can’t tell.  It seems as though Dad’s beginning to get…what’s the word?…"stern" when he tells me to get back in bed and not get up again.  Well, it was fun while it lasted. A great benefit to my switch to the big boy bed is that Judeman gets my old crib as a hand-me-down, which, sure, gives him a great place to sleep — but it also gives me the chance to get reacquainted with my old bed whenever I want.