(As portrayed by Mom & Dad)
No, I’m not chasing a hotie on the playground. I’m riding my tricycle and mommy keeps walking in front of me telling me to keep pedaling and catch up. Apparently daddy calls mommy gorgeous a lot. That’s who I’m shouting “wait for me gorgeous!!!”.
Go figure.
Grandma Jo,
I told Mommy this earlier today. I was nearly in tears when I said it and was completely crushed.
I want to take our kitties to Grandma Jo’s and sell them to her. I want to buy one of her kitties. Her kitties play with me. Mine don’t. I want one of hers.
So, there it is. I want to sell Hunter, Sneaky Pie, and Clover to Grandma Jo and take Obie or one of her other playful kitties.
So, tonight we had a meal of cod, fingerling potatoes (red, blue, and white) prepared lyonnaise style (http://www.cooksillustrated.com/recipe.asp?recipeids=3223), and baby carrots with a maple syrup glaze.
I chowed down on the carrots and then refused to even try a bite of the potatoes or cod. I was told one bite or bed. I chose a screaming fit of going to bed. After a long screaming fit with several attempts by Mommy and Daddy to convince me to come out and try a bite, I finally did.
I am SOOOOOO melodramatic. Anyway, DCFS… Mommy and Daddy send me to bed early unless I try everything on my plate.
So today was the first time we got to check a book out from the T.A.S. library. Mommy came to pick me up Mrs. Rosenblatt pulled Mommy aside and said “he picked out a Disney Princess book shaped like a handbag. We can always change it if that’s not okay”.
Mommy was cool with it. I’ve got some interesting taste in books.
For the record the mark on my forehead that looks remarkably like a door knob is indeed a door knob. I was trying to pull my undies on while standing in the foyer (after a diaper change) and pitched forward into the door knob. Honest. Seriously, I did indeed whack my forehead into the door knob.
Earlier today I went into Mommy & Daddy’s room to get a lanyard for my Disney pins and when walking back to the living room I was paying so much attention to the lanyards that even with Daddy’s warning… WHACK. My left hand and arm went behind the door (that separates the dining room from the bedroom hallway), my right arm on the other side of the door and my face straight into the latch. Not the knob, but the actually latch bit. (The door was partly closed since before my trip to the bedroom the door was fully closed so I didn’t wake Emmerson.)
Yep.
That’s me.
I’m a special one.