Play Day

I know, a rare mid week post for me. Well, it was a special day in the life of me, your charming host, the Fox man. Today I had a few friends over for some comradery, some juice, crackers, cheese cubes, and a bit of fruit. You may remember my good pal Demani. Demani, as I am told, is to be a big brother in the near future, twice over in fact. It seems Demani will soon be the older brother to a sister AND a little brother. Yes folks, Demani's mommy is going to have twins -- whatever that means. Apparently when your mommy has twins, you become a big brother twice over. High-five Demani!

In addition to my pal Demani, Caleb came by to visit. Since you have not had the pleasure of meeting Caleb allow me to describe my good pal Caleb to you. Caleb is a bit younger than I am but don't let that fool you. Hah ha, no sir, young Caleb I am certain is destined to play line backer for the 2029 New York Giants. Caleb you see is the younger version of Chicago Bear, Brian Urlacher. Come on, you be the judge ... hard to tell the difference isn't it ... I just hope I keep to Caleb's good side if you know what I mean.

All in all a good time was had by all, moms included. I am sure that we will continue to have great fun in the future.

- Fox out

Fort

Everyone needs a place to call their own. I'm no exception. Welcome to my secret fort. A place to get away from it all, enjoy a nice sippy cup of milk, play a bit of peek-a-boo, and perhaps enjoy a fine pacifier. A fine spot to relax and unwind from a hectic day of chasing the dogs, reading books, climbing the sofa, and generally running a muck.

As you can see, my fort is quite roomy. Plenty of space to stretch out and up. There are two fine windows to let in the light and my fort is light enough that I can move it so as to be closer to the windows should I need to remark on the passing cars that frequent our street. I do not recommend that one lean against the fort however, as it lacks the structural integrity to support the weight of your average 18 month old. One is liable to topple the whole a fair over and bonk one's head.

I will admit the colors are a bit loud in the old fort, like having Big Bird do your decorating. I have a designer coming to make some recommendations, a bit of paint, some throw pillows, a valance or two -- spruce the old fort up you know. Perhaps I'll inquire if she knows a good gardener.



- Fox out.

My First Matchbox

Every boy remembers his first car, 'er well Matchbox in this instance. No exception in my case. My first Matchbox car is unforgettable. A slick 1963 Cadillac Hearse, white of course. It was a Christmas gift to me from Grandpa Mike. If you know Grandpa Mike, this all makes sense to you. At Christmas I was a bit too young to drive it around, but I am plenty big now! I have just recently rediscovered the hearse after digging in my box of toys, now I cannot let it go. I'm even sleeping with the '63 white hearse! It usually ends up on the floor, but try to take it out of my sticky little paws when you lay me down and I'll wake the neighbors! I've never considered the funerary sciences before but who knows ... at least the cars are nice!



- Fox out