The "Worm" is my youngest grandson and he turned two this last week. I have decided it was time to get myself pulled together and spend some time introducing my family to my extended family and friends that are stung through out the lower forty-eight. Since the Worm just had his birthday he is the first one to start off with.
The little guy is a real chacater fast moving, busy, fast moving, funny, fast moving, on the run, and fast moving. The one thing that I know the most about him is he moves fast. He is there in front of you and then you look up and back down and he is gone. Did I mention he is fast moving? I told my Relief Society Sisters that I thought corralling six to ten kids was a breeze in my younger days but this two year must be trying to prove that I am old. He can be gone in a flash.
In this picture Aunt Suz just finished playing beauty shop on him. In the following pictures you will see that he has real curly hair.
Oh, the reason why I call him. Worm. When he was just crawling around and making his way to the kitchen he would always get into my kitchen cabinets. At first I was just telling him to "stop worming in my cabinets", then it was shortened to "worm", shortly after that point I no longer thought of him by his REAL NAME he was WORM.
Nana's birthday celebration for Worm. We made Dirt Cake.
First comes a little dirt.
Then we add some mud.
Oh yes here come the worms.
Let's eat a few of those worms. They aren't that interested in squirming in the mud.
This worm does not need a spoon or shovel. He knows how to squirm right in there.
Eating was so much fun and the tongue action was great. At least Aunt Suz thought so.
Ok, I'm done. Time to get going.
Time to clean up the #1 aunt! Do you think she is a little worried about this clean up?
Worm is not as happy about this clean up as Aunt Suz was.