Warnings: None....Well except for the fact that this hasn't been beta'd...not spell checked.

Summary: This is just a little something I do for fun. I have a few "Baby Blair" things that I have written for my sister Monica, and now that Aaron is living with us full time, he's giving me many ideas for the subject.

Since this is the first posting in the "Baby Blair" series, a little information is probably needed. Here goes.... Blair is a toddler. (grin) Jim is the daddy...and Carolyn ran off, unable or unwilling, to handle being a mother. Any questions? Oh yeah...Blair is also a sentinel. (genetics...remember??)

This is being written on the fly. As you read it you'll get a glimpse into my life as it happens. I guess this is a way for me to keep up with those little Kodak moments as they happen. I just hope Aaron appreciates them when he gets older, and I also hope that you appreciate them now.

To Monica who always says...."Gee, that would make a cute story...hint, hint." I say..."Get back to the clone story chickie...hint hint." Loves ya!!

"The Easter Bunny is coming tomorrow. Are you getting excited?" James Ellison asked, stealing a glance at the occupant in the passenger seat.

Brown curls bounced as the youngster shook his head in the negative. "No. Easter Bunny's bad." Blair returned his attention back to the Sprite filled sippy cup in his chubby little hands.

Jim frowned, wondering where the notion that the Easter Bunny was bad had come from. He remembered that Blair had thought the same thing about Santa last year. That is until the jolly old elf had left numerous gifts scattered about the loft. Then Blair wanted to go and visit him on a regular basis at the mall, as if he were an old friend. /// Maybe it's just that he doesn't understand the concept, therefore he believes it's bad. /// Jim figured that was pretty close to truth, considering he saw it everyday at work. Many of the criminal element were guilty of lashing out at things they didn't or refused to understand....thus hate crimes....thus the now overfilled jail cells....

Shaking his head of that line of thought, he looked at his, now humming, three year old, as the child tried to slurp the last remains of liquid from his cup. Smacking his lips, Blair handed the now empty cup to his father. " 'Sgone. Me want mowe."

Jim couldn't help but smile. "In a bit, piglet," he stated, taking the sippy cup and placing it into a holder. "We've got something we have to do first and then we'll go for lunch. All right?"

"Fri fries," came Blair's simple demand.

Rolling his eyes, Jim nodded. "Fri Fries it is." Then silently, /// I am sooooo tired of McDonalds.///

They pulled into the parking area of Whispering Woods Hotel, Jim was smiling at the good time they had made. With the sun shining brightly, and the light, but pleasant wind, the day promised to be beautiful for their planned excursion.

After unbelting himself, Jim hopped out of the truck and rounded to the other side to get his son out. Blair scampered out of his seat, his butt scooting to the edge and over the floor of the truck until his little feet hit the asphalt of the lot. Jim grinned as Blair bounced in place chanting. " 'Mon Dad."

The older man scooped up a small basket by the handle, then secured the truck. /// This should be interesting, /// he thought to himself.

In the not so far distance, Jim spotted Simon, Joan and Daryl by the petting zoo. "Wow, the mayor really went all out for this outing for the boys in blue. Look Blair, there's Daryl."

Blair began looking around frantically. "Whewe....Me want to see him."

Jim scooped the little bundle of energy up and pointed out Blair's closest friend. "Over there by the petting zoo. See? He's petting a baby goat."

The little boy began to bounce in Jim's arms as he spotted Daryl and then a cage of bunnies. "Bunnies...See him? See him bunnies????"

Jim laughed at the language that was Blair's own. Within a few quick strides they were standing in front of the Banks family and Blair was wiggling, insistent on being put down. Jim watched, as the toddler went to Daryl. A small hand patted the older boy of 5 on the back. "It's me...Chwistophew Blaiw." The little one beamed, a dimple sitting high on his left cheek, as Daryl turned around, immediately hugging the toddler.

"Hey Blair! Lookie at the goats and there's a lamb...."

The kids were lost in happy banter, as they attempted to make friends with the many animals in the small zoo, while their parents looked on and continued with their own conversation.

"So Jim..." Simon smirked around an unlit cigar. "You ready for the hunt?" His eyes dropped to the pastel colored basket in Jim's hand.

Jim followed his gaze and blushed slightly. He was about to answer when Joan elbowed Simon. "Watch yourself," she warned teasingly, then grinning at Jim she tugged on Simon's arm, pulling it from his back to reveal a basket of his own.

"Hey...your basket is bigger..."

"That's right. Daryl is hunting for two." Simon grinned evilly.

Looking down at his watch, Jim asked, "What time does it begin anyhow?"

"Eleven," Simon answered. "I guess we should get the kids into place." Then noticing all of the kids running amuck on the motel grounds, "Damn, I never knew the guys at the various precincts were so productive."

Jim grinned again as Joan brought her husband back in line with another elbow. He silently wondered who really wore the pants in the Banks family.

There were three different areas marked off with ribbon for three different age groups, and someone had thought it would be appropriate to mark the starting line with yellow crime scene tape. Unfortunately, much to Daryl's and Blair's dislike, they were not in the same grouping. This fact had Jim and Simon attempting to cast a little wager on the side as to who would find the most goodies. Joan flashed a motherly frown at the two "big kids" bringing them back to their places.

Soon the countdown began, the children and adults were itching to get across the line and to the goody strewn lawn on the other side.

"GO!"

Blair tripped over the tape as he tried to scurry across, but Jim, ever on the lookout for his son, quickly scooped the little one up and over and directed him to the candy.

Jim wound up holding the basket as Blair filled his chubby hands, and then the basket, with the sweets. Carefully, the sentinel was able to point out the ones not to take, as they had either been stepped on or the sulophane wrap opened. He watched in amusement as Blair got into his first Easter egg hunt, grabbing at every marshmallow filled egg he found, while bouncing and smashing a few in the process. Jim silently berated himself for not bringing a camera, as this was definitely a Kodak moment.

In the end, both children had a bountiful hunt, their baskets heavy laden with candy. Neither cared that they hadn't found any of the special eggs which contained movie passes and such. Jim figured that was probably more for the adults anyway.

Afterwards, they all met at Applebees. Blair was visibly upset due to the fact they had passed McDonalds to get there. "Me want fri fires." The little one pouted sadly. His big blue eyes watery from unshed tears and his full bottom lip poked out.

"We can get fries here..." Then as an after thought, "and some ice cream if you're a good boy."

" 'Scweem?" Blair asked, his face brightened at the prospect. "Me a good boy." He nodded, pointing to himself, as if to sell his dad on the idea.

"Okay. We'll see." Jim stated, pulling into the parking lot.

Joan tried not to laugh. "Oh no...a shark!"

/// Damn the Discovery Channel and that shark special./// Jim swore silently.

Blair roared softly, after having been scolded by Jim not to be so loud, then grabbed a chicken tender from his basket....chomped it aggressively, then disappeared under the table again, only to repeat the act when his food had been chewed and swallowed. He didn't sit at the table until the ice cream came. Only then was he quiet and still.

After the Banks and Ellisons parted ways, Jim filled the rest of the day with normal weekend duties such as grocery shopping, picking up and dropping off laundry at the cleaners. At home, Blair played in the sandbox out on the balcony while Jim cleaned the loft. All in all, it was a productive day.

Jim realized, after putting Blair to bed, that these were truly the best times to be a parent. Blair was at the age where everyday, let alone a holiday, was an adventure. But right now, he figured that he was more excited about Easter than Blair.

As soon as Blair was asleep, Jim pulled out the shopping bag full of various goodies and the oversized basket from the linen closet. The older man practically bounced into the kitchen, eager to put the basket together. He had been restraining himself from doing it all week.

He made sure the white noise generator was on to keep Blair from waking and getting curious. Then began the task at hand. After filling the bottom of the basket with fake grass, he put the Elmo story books in, then the movies. Phantom Menace and Stuart Little were moved around several times to make more room for the candy and plastic eggs.

Jim sat there for a moment, staring at the basket, making sure all was perfect for his son. Once satisfied that the basket had reached perfection, he had to decide where to put the goodies. ///On the couch....but will Blair find them?/// Another problem. Yet it was quickly solved when Jim spotted the candy that Blair had gathered during the Easter egg hunt earlier in the day. He sat the basket on the couch as planned then picked up the other basket of candy. One by one he laid them on the floor, creating a perfect trail from the French doors of Blair's room to the basket on the couch. "He can't miss it." Jim grinned, snickering at his great plan.

Jim woke at seven a.m., knowing that Blair would be waking soon. He laid still, listening for his son to wake. The sentinel was happy that he remembered to turn off the white noise generator before going to bed himself, because now he could clearly hear Blair moving around in his room downstairs. Then the French doors squeaked open. Jim smiled, listening as his son begin to fuss.

"Me candy is in de floow....Dat Easter Bunny did dat." he huffed.

Jim could hear the plastic soles of small footed pajamas patting across the wooden floor as Blair gathered the candies then slammed them down on the coffee table. Then small grunts and pats made their way up the stairs to Jim's room. "Candy on de floow...." he continued his rant until he reached the top of the stairs.

Jim tried to pretend he was sleeping. He had to bite back a smile as the bed shifted when Blair climbed aboard, successfully pouncing his father in the process.

"Daddy...get up!"

"What is it Rat?"

"Dat wabit did dat."

"What did the rabbit do?"

"Put me candy in de floow."

Jim grinned. "No...did he really?"

Blair nodded, his hands fully animated. "Yeah, he did dat. You need to get him...He's bad."

"Did he leave you anything?"

"No."

Deciding the little guy needed help, Jim got up. "So, show me what that bunny did chief."

" 'Mon dad!" Blair grabbed his fathers hand, tugging the older man down the stairs, pointing to the table where his candy sat. "see me candy?"

"Where was it?"

"Hewe...on de floow." Blair pointed to the floor where the candy had been found.

Jim acted thoughtful for a moment. "Hummmmm....Well, maybe he was trying to tell you something."

"Me?" Blair's eyes were wide with the question.

"Yeah, maybe he was wanting you to find something."

"What?" Little hands were extended out to his side, as Blair blinked owlishly around the room.

"I don't know. Let's look and see if we can find anything. You look around the couch and I'll look in the kitchen."

"Okay dad. Me do dat." Blair slowly made his way around the couch looking closely at the floor.

Jim grinned from his spot in the kitchen. "Check everywhere...even under the couch."

"Me know dat." Blair went to his knees and peeped under the couch, then sighed heavily as he got up. Finally he made it to the front of the couch, stopping when he spotted something he had never seen before.

"Did you find anything?" Jim asked, coming back to the living room.

Blair remained silent and pointed to the basket, unsure of what it was.

"Oh wow Blair! Look at what the Bunny left for you!" Jim sat Blair on the couch, then began pulling goodies from the basket, allowing Blair to examine each and every one.

"How did that bunny know that you liked Star Wars? Did he see the posters in your room?"

"Yeah..." Blair began in awe. "he did that." The little one grabbed the Star Wars movie and pointed out Darth Maul. "He ugly," he stated, eyes wide and head nodding. "Me want to watch dis now."

"Okay. You watch while I make breakfast."

"Fri fries?"

"How about eggs."

"Okay." Blair replied, bouncing as the movie started.

Jim moved into the kitchen, a part of him feeling a little sad. He wouldn't be able to sneak around and plan something special again until Blair's birthday and that wasn't until December. And then there was Christmas....."Oh man...I may need the months ahead to catch my breath and save a few dollars for that double whammy."

Another special day had come and gone, but in Jim Ellison's eyes, everyday was special when it was spent with his baby Blair.

To be continued another special day.....