Andrew's Friend

We do most of our grocery shopping at Harmon's. Well, almost a year ago the whole family went to the store, except Andrew wasn't there. Crackers Bigpants was. One of the cashiers, an extremely nice boy named Tino, saw Crackers. Tino just loves that Andrew has almost no inhibitions and will go where ever he wants dressed as a clown and he told him that. He told him that he was so awesome and brave. That just tickled Crackers. Just before we had gone in he said, "I hope I don't scare anybody." He is always so thoughtful like that. Well Andrew and Tino soon became fast friends. Tino always gives Andrew big hugs and high fives. He has even let him scan the groceries. Here comes the sad part.... Tino is leaving soon. He is joining the Airforce, he hopes to be a medic. We wanted to make sure that we got a picture of Tino before he left and we know that he loves Andrew, but nothing makes him happier than seeing Crackers come into the store. (He has even told us that he has had horrible days, but all that changes when Andrew comes to visit.) So the next couple times we went to the store after we found out he was leaving we made sure to have Andrew's Crackers gear and a camera in the purse first. These are the pictures we got....
Good luck Tino, we will sure miss you! Especially Andrew/Crackers.

Yipiyuks

Alison is such a creative girl. I love the projects she comes up with and this is one of my favorites! Have you ever heard the poem Yipiyuk? it goes like this.....

The Yipiyuk by, Shel Silverstein

In the swamplands long ago,
Where the weeds and mudglumps grow,
A Yipiyuk bit on my toe…
Exactly why I do not know.
I kicked and cried And hollered “Oh”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I whispered to him soft and low—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
I shouted “Stop,” “Desist” and “Whoa”—
The Yipiyuk would not let go.
Yes, it was sixteen years ago,
The Yipiyuk still won’t let go.
The snow may fall,
The winds may blow—
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
The snow may melt,
The grass may grow—
The Yipiyuk will not let go.
I drag him ‘round each place I go.
This Yipiyuk that won’t let go.
And now my child at last you know
Exactly why I walk so slow.

Well Alison really liked this poem and has made herself a Yipiyuk bag. Just a drawstring bag full of modeling clay and doo dads (Yay! Finally a use for all those little things that she can't seem to part with). She makes these cute little creatures which she calls Yipiyuks out of the wonderful doo dads and clay that come from this bag. Then, she pulls out a book, preferably my Planet Earth book, and finds a cool picture. Then, she takes pictures of the Yipiyuks in front of scenery from the books. So cute right?
(She let Jack make this next one, he called it "Uggy Ippy Uck") Are you off to make your own Yipiyuk now? Maybe even a Yipiyuk bag?