First Day of School

Well Gayle and I figure the lil ranchhand needs to get out an mingle with the county folk round these parts. So we enrolled Caden in a pre-preschool. Turns out the triumvirate of Montessori Preschools is run by a lady from Jamul. Her daughter wanted to find infant day care when she began her family...and couldn't find anything nearly as nice as dear old mom's schools. So she went into the family business, opening a pre-preschool feeder program for infants and toddlers. As luck would have it, it's right here in lovely Jamul. And the only one in the county.

Mark the calendars, Monday September 28th as the day we began to tame and civilize the hammer. We opted for a half day mon-wed-fri program so as not to shock the poor guy into sensory overload. Vegas odds makers put the over-under on the unruly lad being expelled from class at two weeks. I confess; I bet the under.

Guitar

Long time followers of the blog will recall Caden's thoi noi. At the tender young age of 1, fate allowed us a short glimpse of Caden's direction in life. The Artist. As Cyril said back in '79 "Oh don't worry about me, I'll make this cat get meow."

JamulFest 2009

We was fixin to head on down to Jamulfest and Rodeo Saturday when Caden waddled out with a handful of plastic flowers. Might be a bit early for him to be sweet talking the wee cowgirls. The best he could manage would be to sweet babble the ladies.


Couple thousand people, several fund raising booths with games, deep pit bbq that was mighty fine, a handful of bake sales and a stage with some dancing.



Junior division getting ready to rodeo.

UFC 103 Jamul Hammer v. Ted D. Bare

I'm not much for UFC, but the kids sure seem to like it. This was a lackluster event. The Jamul Hammer ended the match in the first round with a reverse no look scissor lock. Poor Ted D. never had a chance. Hammer promptly took a nap.

Progress

Katia's birthday today. What better day to run the Cdog through the paces. Toddler assessment day.

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