Now here's the rub.  Just when you think being in the yard is about fun, they put you to work.  I mowed for Dad  (a mighty task with my inadequately sized "truck"--my word for lawnmower).  Then, just when I thought it was over--Mommy gave me a rake.

Aren't there laws about these kinds of things?  Geez, you could at least let a kid turn two! 

   December 2002

"Just hear those sleigh bells ring-a-ling, ting ting ting-a-ling too…"  Here we are with the Christmas tree.  Daddy lost his cool glasses, so you'll have to pardon this, um, "retro" pair.

This is what happens when I encounter the tree.  I was very fascinated by all of the balls on the branches (especially Daddy's soccer ornament) but I thought the tree looked much better with a few additions from my ring collection.  There!  Much better!