Archives for: March 2009
Friday, March 20th, 2009
Everybody needs a favorite caterpillar. My Daddy’s favorite when he was a little boy like me was the woolly bear. He showed one to me before Christmas. But you know what? I wasn’t all that impressed. It was only two colors - black and brown - and really not all that interesting. So today I was really happy to see my favorite caterpillar online.
Let me back up for a moment, my favorite caterpillar is The Very Hungry Caterpillar. It is without a doubt one of my all-time favorite books. Even though I own it myself, sometimes I check it out when I go to the library; it is just that good. Come on Daddy, you have to agree that my caterpillar is way better than yours.
Now that we have established whose caterpillar is better, lets talk about the book. It is holey! What more do you need? Religions have been founded around books less holey than The Very Hungry Caterpillar. [If my last remark is crass, please excuse it, I did not mean to offend (maybe I’m a little more cantankerous than usual ‘cause I just got up from my nap).]
This morning while we were running around getting ready to go to the zoo with Uncle Tyler (where, by the way, I saw the cutest baby gorilla in the world!), Daddy went into his office and had to search for something real quick. Normally I would’ve protested, but today was different. Do you know what (or, should I say who) greeted him? That’s right, none other than my caterpillar! I wouldn’t go so far as to say Mr. Hungry Caterpillar is taking over the world, but surely this must be a sign.

I hope you enjoyed your Caterpillion Day as much as I did mine. If you’d like a refresher on all the stuff the Hungry Caterpillar can eat, stop by. I’d love to read my book together with you. Who knows, I may even let you turn the pages…well, at least a few of them. The holey ones are mine!
Monday, March 16th, 2009
I am always talking about throwing rocks and other small projectiles into the water. But I don’t think you’ve seen good pictures of me doing this yet. Today I would like to fix that glaring mistake.
Like any other day, Daddy and I set out for a walk shortly after breakfast. When we first left the house, I really wanted to see our neighbors’ cats Pablo and Frida. But they weren’t around, so we started moving again. On the way to the park, I picked up a few pieces of bark and a stone. When we finally got real close to the creek, Daddy grabbed a handful of gravel and we meandered to the bridge.
Once on the bridge, I assumed the position and thought about throwing my rock in the water. Being the tricky Daddy that he is, my pap put his stones down on the bridge. But not all in a pile, like you would expect, no-sirree; that would be too easy! He spaced the rocks out evenly so I would need to walk a little bit in between throwing them.
When I ran out of rocks, I still wanted to throw more, so I went and grabbed two sticks from the bank. Daddy broke them for me and I threw a few pieces in before getting bored.
We got on the only dry swing in the whole park (wasn’t I lucky it was my favorite, the yellow one?), and I had a great break swinging. Then it was almost time to go. But before we left, I went to the place where the picnic tables were and learned how to bang cool rhythms on the tables.
Finally, Daddy said it was time to go, but I had one more little surprise for him. I asked really nicely if we could go to one more bridge. That bridge is right next to a road, so you can only throw stuff of one side. But….if you’re tiny like me you notice a very tiny gap on the roadside of the bridge to drop things into. Maybe for five minutes, I’d grab stones off the road and drop them into the slit. I sure got dirty, but it was fun.
Note: I looked both ways before sticking my arm into the street.

And that does it for me. I hope you enjoyed the picture and movie. Now, if Daddy would just get the Zoo movie up for everybody…that one is much more interesting.