Look ... it's a butterfly!

A quick post ...

I've had several questions about "life as a butterfly" so I thought I'd share a few things. As a butterfly I'm expected to bring a blanket, a pillow, a toy, a toothbrush and a winning attitude to school. To hold all of these things I got a great backpack. Loyal readers have seen it already but I'd never really put it to the test until Monday.

Here I am psyching myself up for the day ahead with "Mighty Machines". (Canadians can really help get a guy ready for a long day.)


After the regular ride to school Dad put my backpack back on for me and I got to make the march to my classroom. I was nervous, I'll be honest.


I've walked through this room every day for the past 10 months but it's different when you stop and realize that this is MY room now. Dad helped me find my cubby and put my things away then get to the toys. I remembered that Mom told me she loved me and that I was going to have a lot of fun but I was sad.

Capitalizing on Dad's nervousness I threw a tantrum and held on tight. This made Dad feel real bad and I got some major attention. (Krista, the daycare director, ratted me out later in the morning and let Dad know that after he left I was just fine.)

Here I am playing with an old friend from my "caterpillar" days. Luther is a good guy and it was nice to catch up. It was a great day but we got out of school early because of a power outage so the day ended as it began ... on the couch chilling to the Canadians.

Thanks for all of your interest, gang.

Much love ...

Pierce the Butterfly

Ride. Ride. Ride. Hitchin a ride ....

I spent the past weekend at Grandma and Grandpa Houston's place in Denmark. One of the very best things about visiting them (other than them, of course) is that Grandpa has REAL tractors and I get to ride.

If you look closely you can see me helping him bale hay Friday afternoon.


Then I got to ride a pedal tractor (which I think I get to keep).


Then Saturday I rode in Mom's car and visited Clayton.


Then I went to Sherry and John's and rode the Mule.


Then I went back to Grandma and Grandpa's and rode a tractor. Afterwards Grandpa and I talked about farming.

Then Tim and Jill came over (I didn't ride anything then).

Then I got to cuddle with Grandma! (Her leg has an owie.)

Finally, after all of that Mom and I came back to Des Moines (riding in the car) and went through the car wash. It was kind of freaky.

That's it ...

Much love.

Pierce the Conqueror