Good News Bad News

 

"Jack, you don't need all those commas." ....."When you type Ryan, you don't have to use any if you like. 

First we will start with the bad news. Aunt Ashley is moving to Montana with Tom.

 Grandad thinks they are going to turn into hillbillies, whatever a hillbilly means.

 Yup, plaid shirts and a log cabin. They do look like hillbillies!

 The good news is, we get to take care of her fish. 
We have always wanted to have a pet or two. So this will be our chance to prove to Mom and Dad we can handle the responsibility.

Sure enough, day one and we already ran out of fish food. You would think it would come in a bigger container. They may look like little fishes but they sure do eat a lot.

Thank goodness Grandad stopped by. He told us fish like worms, so we threw a couple in the tank but nothing happened. Then we remembered our fishing poles. That was the trick, just dangle a worm about half way down the fish bowl and bang they take it. This is going so well, maybe we can take care of Charlie too.

Rattlesnakes?  Maybe Charlie should be staying with us. 
Love Jack and Ryan

PS If anyone of you blog followers has any unbarbed hooks send them over.

My Rebuttal to Jack's Last Post

 I read Jack's last post, wondering why he would post such an important post without his little brother's input, about our new little sister. So I wondered if anyone would like my thoughts on the matter. Well here they are.

 Well, Jack and I knew before anybody else that we were going to have a sibling. So I did a lot of thinking while sitting on the beach. How will this effect me?

I even asked Uncle Pat about having my Mom and Aunt Cassie as sisters. Seeing how this is a family style blog, I will choose to leave Uncle Pat and my conversation private. Uncle Pat can be colorful at times.

 I decided to think about Jack and me. For the most part we love each other. I don't think for a moment that my coming into his life has disrupted a thing.

 As is evident in these photos

Sure, there are times that he gives me "wet willies", but that's all part of being a younger brother.

 After many hours walking on the beach soul searching.

 And eating ice cream.

 I have finally come to the conclusion that a little sister is going to be great.

 The beach is a great place to work out solutions.

I can't wait to give Wilma a "wet willie"

Love Ryan

The Summer Blog Post

 Sorry for the delay in blogging. My summer started right away at a swift pace. We went places that had no internet access, plus we were busy non stop. So I will try to recap our summer to get you all caught up on the latest.

 First, everything started out as it did last summer, Me and Ryan just goofing around.

 Me learning to ride my new bike.

 I even went to a tractor pull, don't ask what they did there, because even my Dad and Grandad didn't quite understand it.

 Ryan seemed to enjoy the quiet time at home, despite the "puss" he has on his face in this pic.

 Or even this one, he really is a funny little brother with a good sense of humor.

 You can tell here in his self portrait how funny he is.

 Then we loaded up the car and we were off. Three hours later we arrived at Storyland. We had a blast.

 We milked cows.

 Rode twisty turny water rides.

 Scary, dangerous roller coasters. 

Do I look afraid?

Then we headed for the Vermont/Canadian border.

 We fished and boated, don't tell Homeland Security, we twice went over the border line. By mistake of course.

 I tried to leave Ryan on the other side of the border, but Mom and Dad said no.

 Once he heard of my plan he stayed on shore just to be safe.

We went to see a waterfall.

 And rivers winding through the woods.

 This was our last breakfast in the north country. Don't we look happy? I hope that isn't Obama on the TV in the background or Grandad will go nuts.

 Next destination sunny Cape Cod. Nothing better to soothe the weary traveler, a little sunbathing.

 Or maybe a nap on the beach.

 On the way home we stopped to see Grandad, and he made Ryan and I cut the lawn before we could sit and say hi.

 Finally, time to relax and the summer is almost over. 

And then the bombshell dropped. 

Mom and Dad told Grammie and Grandad that they would be having another Grandchild. 

My mind, started to do the calculation as fast as I could.

Grandad has been helping me with math for the past year or so, and he tries to make it fun for me to learn about fractions, decimals, and other things. He loses me when he talks about Pi, Sine, Cosine and Tangents, but for the most part it's fun. So I know when I was the only child all Mom's and Dad's attention went to me. Ryan comes along and I am batting .500 now. 

So with a little sister coming it's all adding up to 1/3 the time I used to get. Maybe that's not so bad.

Everybody seemed happy at the news so I guess I am too.

Three hundred hitters make the hall of fame you know.

So let me be the first to introduce you to my new little sister, Wilma.

Love Jack

PS  Hopefully the next post will be soon, but who knows. By the way, Wilma was Grandad's idea, he said with a name like Wilma nobody will pay attention to her.

Long Weekend

 What do you mean I can't write that on the blog, Mom? Maybe somebody out there will know how to get the sand out.

Well, anyway we spent our weekend down at the beach and then back at home with our cousins JC Jackson, and Lena.

We had perfect weather as you can see.

 

Hey, two against one isn't fair.

Me and Jack have the same uniform on, so we have to be on the same team.

Then it was back to home for some more fun.

 Water sports, oh boy!

 Bulkhead climbing.

 Popsicle eating!

 Can't you warm this up in the micro, Mom!

That's better.

What a great weekend, next week off to Storyland. 

See you all soon.

BTW, before you send me an email telling me how to remove the sand, the vacuum isn't an option.

Love Jack and Ryan