Beans, Beans the....

Alright, alright, I'll refrain from being crude, but the jingle sure beats the slightly effeminate "Pat-a-Cake."  Do not be fooled by the "Baker's Man" part. 

Since lunch, I've had that jingle stuck in my head, "Beans, Beans...."  And, it's all for good reason.  Today, for the first time, [tuba introductory] I ate homemade refried beans, cheese, and tortillas.  After I finished my bowl, Mom might as well have handed me my official passport of Texas. 

Also, I thought I'd list a few more of my latest and greatest achievements.  Mom claims to have gotten a degree in history, but ummm, I'm not so sure she's that great at being a historian.  After all, she fails to document some of my more amazing feats.  Due to her ineptitude, I have taken it upon myself to record my own progress.
This week (last week of April): 
1) I have now mastered standing and attaching myself to Mom's legs while she cooks dinner.  This is also accompanied by sobbing to be picked up.  When she doesn't give in, I then wipe snot all over her legs.
2)  I smirk.  Dad calls it the Dennis the Menace face.
3) Grand Finale: I push my cart around the house.  In other words, I "walk" behind my cart.  Yes, I will be walking soon.  Do not underestimate my abilities. 

I'll try sharing my "latest and greatest" on a weekly basis. 

Uncle W and Uncle C, if you're reading this, you must be proud.  I am now worthy to be called your nephew; I have eaten my first bowl of beans.
Smirk!

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