Heidi November 22nd, 2008
Bubbers King here!
I need to tell you about some changes going on around here.
You have to make sure you’ve got these on.
Oh, and you need two eyes, too.
Okay, let’s go!
Over at our neighborhood park, some amazing things are happening!
Like all these big posts.
Eventually they’re going to be a bridge over my favorite river.
And let me tell you, my Mom’s really excited about this bridge.
Because now our cul-de-sac will have a direct entrance to the park for strollers and future tricycles.
And as soon as I figure out what a tricycle is, I’m sure I’ll be just as excited as my Mom is.
Are you getting all this?
Good, because there’s more!
You know this ol’ buck-a-bout?
Tomorrow our cul-de-sacs are going to dig it up and remove it.
And in a couple months we’re going to install a brand new playground structure with slides.
But you know what?
I’m sure going to miss this buck-a-bout.
Because I just love playing with it.
I make it buck up and down as fast as I can!
And I get sooo close to buckin’ these neighborhood gals off!
I sure am going to miss this ol’ thing.
I still remember the first time I ever played with it……
I was just a little guy.
11 months old and rarin’ to eat every pebble in sight.
With cute chubby fingers.
That held so tightly to the buck-a-bout seat because I couldn’t walk on my own, yet.
I worked so hard to pick up those pebbles.
And inch them closer and closer to my mouth.
And when those pebbles ran out, I just reached down to the mother load.
Scooping up whatever I could.
Trying not to drop too many of them.
Wearing my first real pair of outside shoes.
Shoes that my Mom has finally admitted don’t fit me anymore.
But she doesn’t have the heart to put them away, yet.
So they’re still left out by my bigger shoes and in her head, my Mom pretends that they still fit me.
And I remember I got real adventurous and let go of the buck-a-bout seat during one of my chomp sessions.
Oh sure, I lost my balance.
But I didn’t let it slow down my pebble chompin’ one bit.
If you’d told me back then I wouldn’t always have that buck-a-bout, I’d have looked at you like this:
I guess that’s okay.
As long as nobody ever takes these puddles away.
But you don’t think anybody ever would… do you??