Poutin' Thursdays

I'm a wittle too bizzy to post on my bwog toodayz. I bin duin wots of tings watewee.
(I'm a little too busy to post on my blog today. I've been doing lots of things lately.)

I have bin pwaktissing my yogas.

(I have been practicing my yoga.)

I have bin duing my favowit ting EVERW, chasing da skirrls.  Can you see me ovah der on da wite side of da piktcha?  I weally ahmost got one.

(I have been doing my favorite thing ever, chasing the squirrels.  Can you see me over there on the right side of the picture?  I really almost got one.)

And catchin up on sum much needid west.

(And catching up on some much needed rest.)

Otay! Bye!!!

Poutin' Thursdays

Scouter the Pouter will be posting every Thursday (unless she's too busy hunting squirrels), so please remember to read her posts as if a three year old with a lisp is speaking.  She has a speech impediment, and its just too difficult to spell everything the way she says it.

Hewwooohh.  Gud Mohning!! 
A few months ago my mom, dad, and gwandma went on a walk to the park where a man named Mr. Rob kept taking pictures of mom and dad.  I really didn't like that man very much - I don't like new people a lot.  He didn't take enough pictures of me, so while he was taking pictures of mom and dad, I hunted all the wiley squirrels that live in parks.  They are really crazy there, so I jerked my gwandma around everywhere.  But thats okay, because chasing squirrels is the most fun ever and I'm sure everyone else likes it as much as I do.  Last week, my mom said the pictures of me were in, and that I look beautiful.  Boy was she right.  I'm so cute!!

This is my mom, my dad, and me there in the middle at the bottom.  There were a lot of really wierd smells back in that alley - I was in heaven.  I'm smiling because gwandma kept giving me tweeets!  She loves me. 

I didn't look really all that happy here because I don't really trust Mr. Rob that much - he's a stranger.  I was growling.  Mom and dad were really embarrassed.  Sorry.

This is my favorite picture of myself.  I look verrry beautiful and furry here.

Thanks Mr. Rob for making me look so puppy-licious.

ALSO...

It might be nice to have some weekly posts.  My mom always puts a thought for the week on her monday memos, so I thought we could do that on mondays too!!
Monday's Thought for the Week:

In the bleak midwinter

Frosty wind made moan,

Earth stood hard as iron,

Water like a stone;

Snow had fallen, snow on snow,

Snow on snow,

In the bleak midwinter,

Long ago.

 -Christina Rossetti, Mid-Winter, 1862

I thought this would be appropriate since today is a nice snowy day. (and slippery, I just slid all the way down the back walkway).  What do you all think about Scouter posts on Thursdays?

I'll pass on the fruitcake.

There are so many things that go hand in hand with Christmas that are so fun, like:

1. Christmas carols
2. My mom's pumpkin cranberry bread
3. Decorating the tree
4. Laurie's birthday (hehe)
5. Watching Timo get way too excited about eggnog

But with the good comes the bad...some things I'm not crazy about:

1. Wal-mart (it's a flippin' slaughterhouse)
2. Fruitcake
3. Too many dirty santa parties
4. Its a Wonderful Life (An entire box of Kleenex later, it's not such a wonderful life)
5. The song, Christmas Shoes

But all in all, this is the second most wonderful time of the year because Jesus Christ was born, our Savior.  He saved us all from our sins, and that's why Easter is the most important holiday for me.  All the fun traditions we celebrate are wonderful and important, and a great time to be together with your family.  Below are some of the fun things that Timothy and I did to decorate his house for Christmas.  Mom and I aren't doing a lot of decorating this year - we have too much junk in the house already (I know that's a terrible excuse).

So... we got off to a rough start.  I decided to jazz up the mantel with Jackson Vine and Magnolia leaves.  EPIC FAIL.  Wild Kingdom was inside our house.

Okay, I worked with the extremely difficult Jackson Vine, and it ended up looking okay!

I go outside, to check on Timothy stringing up the lights (because evidently its a nighttime Wakefield family tradition? I didn't know that...Seems like a cold tradition to me.)  Mr. Wakefield was so cute draping the lights "Just so".  Too bad they alllll went out as soon as he finished.... Sad day..

Cutie..

So.. Timo is outside, and I am inside decorating the Christmas tree.(worried that he is going to electrocute himself)   I think it turned out pretty good!

Scout said " Ehh, take it or leave it..I'm going to go find some cookies you left out"

I  hope y'all enjoyed the Christmas pics.  Here is a picture of Scout from the SEC Championship.  Yes, that's right.  She does have red toenails.  Roll Tide!

I almost got that squirrel

For those of you who have not talked to Scout before, please read this in your head with a lisp like a 3 year old. - She's almost three.

What I do everyday is like this: wake up, use bathroom, make dad chase me around the yard, chase squirrels, hide in the brush, go in when I feel like it, eat dog food, sleep till dad gets home, then go outside and play some more and eat human food when I can. 

A lot of the time while I'm at house by myself I hunt the squirrels from inside of my house.  When I watch them play and shake their tails at me, I get really mad and want to get 'em.  They are making fun of me because I can't go outside.

 

The other day, my mom and dad were eating human food and told me that I couldn't have any, so I decided to go hunt squirrels.  If I can't get a belly rub or the human foods, then I hunt the squirrels.  So there was one really really mean one outside on my swing.  He was shakin his tail everywheres.  I barked and growled at him, and told him to "Get outta here squirrel!"  Well he didn't listen, so I jumped up on the window.  When I jumped up, the window kept going!  My mom said I broke the window and was really mad at me.  She said I couldda got hurt, but I thought, "If I could just get outside, that squirrel will get hurt." 

I hate the squirrels.  I gotta take a nap.

December 1st. It's official.

The turkey has been eaten.  The Bama game has been won (by the skin of our teeth). The peppermint chocolate chip milkshakes are a-flowin'. - You should really try one from Chick-fil-A.
Hey guys, it's CHRISTMASTIME!!!!!

Sorry no posts last week, I was at Timo's house getting ready for Thanksgiving.  Wow, I never knew how much work went into it!  We cleaned, painted, cooked, and partied.  What happened was Mom came over from the Boro with cranberry relish and casseroles, Timo's Mom and Dad brought the turkey and dressing, and Luke brought his appetite.  Everyone had the best time!  So fun.  I hope this becomes an annual tradition.  Maybe next year turkey and togas?  Just a thought..

We also had fun having a lot of our friends over for the Alabama/Auburn game. We missed you friends that couldn't make it!  For those of you who were not there, listen to this little story.  Timothy pays a stupid amount of money on Direct TV because of his HD sports package.  He has it sent to his brand new television in the accomodatingly large living room.  Because of all the bells and whistles this combo has, the satellite takes longer to project onto this particular television - about 7 seconds.  By the end of the game, every single boy that came to the party was piled up in Timo's bedroom watching the game because it is 7 seconds faster on the blurry tv.   Boys are dumb sometimes.
Prime example: Cousin Eddy (a little Christmas humor)

I wish I had pictures from this past week, but we were all so busy I didn't even think about taking pictures!! Boo!! Sorry!  But the good news is that Scout told me she was going to put up a new post a little later tonight.  Until then, here is a picture of me and Mom at Mamma Mia last week.  We had a GREAT time!

Love you Mom!!

I Got the Fleas

HI! My name is Scoutie Wakefield and I have the fleas. 

I'm pretty embarrassed about it.  I've been scratching a lot and jingling my collar all over the house.  My mom and dad keep looking at my belly and trying to get the fleas, but it just makes me too nervous, so I run away. 

The other day, they even gave me a bath and sprayed me with some really stinky stuff.  I told them that I already like the way I smell before they gave me a bath.  They told me that all my fleas would be gone if I would only stay still and not roll around in the grass after they put it on.  I think that really I just did something wrong because they put me in my crate after that.

I'm still scratching, but not like crazy.  Well, I'm going to go chase some squirrels. BYE!