Alton Loves Waffle Love

 This is my nephew Alton.

 Alton loves his family.

A whole lot. 

Especially his siblings.

Can you feel the love tonight?

 Alton also loves sitting in his pan... preferably sans pants, 

...and reading with his brothers.

 "Hey Joe-Bro! What are YOU reading? Wanna trade?"

Alton also loves waffles from Waffle Love.

Alton has good taste, 

 "Hi mom! Hmmmm...What'cha got there?"

"Waffles, eh? I should probably do a little quality control testing..."

"This piece right here looks a little suspicious." 

"I'm so glad Mommy trusts me with  forks and knives.

Nothing bad could possibly happen."

"Hmmmmm...."

"I appears these waffles are up to code, but I had better try another piece just to be sure.

Better safe than sorry."

"I should also probably check Grandma's water for her, seeing as how she is all elderly n'stuff."

"All clear Grams. You're good to go."

"Wow. Taking care of the old and infirm is hard work. 

I'd better have a little more waffle so as to keep up my strength,"

"That waffle was so good, I might wait two or three blocks before I start screaming about being strapped into the Torturous-Car-Seat-of-Monumental-Pain-and-Suffering." 

"Yep. My life is awesome."

Yes Alton, it is. 

It really is.

A Conversation with Alton

Alton is currently my newest niblet, but will be giving up his reign as "family baby" this Friday when Becky & Wo's little girl is scheduled to make her debut and take the crown.

 So, in honor as his last few days as ruling infant, I thought it would be fun to post some of the photos I took when I was visiting his family last week. These particular photos were taken when I went in to check on him after his morning nap, and even though he can't talk yet, I think you will find that he is still pretty easy to understand.

What the heck? You're NOT Mama!

Wait a second... Don't I know you from somewhere?

Oh yeah! You're that chick who picks me up when Mama is cooking dinner.

I love being picked up!

You're awesome!

Hey!

Remember that time Jonah wanted a piggyback ride, 
but you picked me up instead? 

Did you know that when you turned around, I totally blew a raspberry 
at Joe over your shoulder? 

Just like this...

Yep. 

Being "The Baby" is a pretty sweet gig.

Wait!

Did you hear that?

It's Ruby! 

Crap!

She's gonna want to pick me up again,
 and that only ends one way:

Me covered in residual little girl kiss spit, 
sporting a very painful diaper weggie. 

I did not sign up for this! 

Somebody call my agent!

I swear, if I don't get assigned a protection detail in the next thirty seconds, 
I am going to press in the soft spot on my head MYSELF!

Seriously!

Who could be expected to live in these conditions?!?!

Wait...

Did she just...

Did she just turn around and run downstairs?

Phew!

That was a close one. 

For a second there I thought I really was going to 
have to resort to my soft-spot/self-destruct-button/kamikaze plan. 

I'm totally serious. If you had to endure diaper weggies eight times a day, 
you would feel the same way.

Hey... Aren't you going back to Idaho this afternoon?

I bet that drive gets pretty lonely and boring after  a while. Wouldn't you like some company?

Ruby is great company. 

Really. She is.

As long as you're not wearing a diaper.

UPDATE: Kristie Dawn has arrived! 

And I'm sure Alton would LOVE IT if Ruby came traveled to IF to hold HER for a few days... or months.