Ode to Rice Cereal

by Thomas Eilers

Oh rice cereal,

on my plastic spoon.  

Who knew I'd be eating solids so soon?

You are mushy in my mouth,

and runny on my chins.

Are you the reason that I am not so thin?

Sweet, sweet cereal,

I won't miss a drop.

I will suck you off my bib,

My tongue is my mop.

Oh rice cereal,

Only once a day.

Please never let your oopy, goopy goodness ever go away.

Sigh....

Who Run Bartertown?

Master Blaster?
I think not.  Say Baby Blaster!!!

Say loud.  

BABY BLASTER.

Baby Blaster what.

BABY BLASTER RUNS BARTERTOWN!!!

Welcome to another edition of Thunderdome!  

You know the law: 2 men enter, 1 man leaves.

Or, in TE's case, one man enter, nobody else fits.

Oh my goodness, it's BECKY!!!!

That's right - my good friend Becky packed her bags, left her husband and two small children just to come to Austin and hang out with TE.  

They got along just great...


... especially around dinner time.

And, she brought an incredibly large gift for TE - we call it Thunderdome.  

We ALL love Thunderdome because 1) TE can entertain himself for a loooong time in there - there are all sorts of toys hanging from the inside,bright colors and noise makers and 2) we get to take a break while TE plays alone.  We call that 'teaching him how to be independent'.  He's getting pretty good at it.  As a matter of fact, he got to spend some quality time learning how to be independent the other night while I tired to get some sleep.