My Life As A Precocious Toddler

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Thursday, September 22, 2005

My Sister's Undies

Ok pervs let's not get the wrong idea, my sister is 4 months old and if you even go there I will personally kick your ass. So the other day Mom was changing my sister into some PJ's and I decided to put the silly blue, gingham panties with Baby Snoopy on the butt over my head and dance around the living room. had to see my parents, they thought it was the funniest thing they ever saw. You would think I had walked across a tight rope wearing a tutu and a Groucho Marx's mustache singing the tune from the Jeffersons. The first picture is me saying "that way" and the second picture mom said, "say cheese" which of course I did. Hey I'll take the attention anyway I can get it even wearing my sister's undies on my head. Sue me, my parents are suckers for my cuteness.

Friday, September 09, 2005

Me and My Crayons

What more could a guy want? Some fresh air, a big sheet of white paper, some crayons and finger foods. A little piece of heaven on earth if you ask me.

Make room on the fridge mom, I have another master piece coming.

It's just peachy keen jelly bean

I love driving my parents crazy. Sue me, it's my job. In this picture I am eating a peach. I asked for an apple and they give me a peach. Any round fruit that is brought into the house is referred to as an apple these days. Pear, grapes, blueberries, apples, peaches, necterines, and plumes. I know that they are not apples, yet this has become the blanket word for any fruit that rolls. I don't want to hurt their feelings so I don't correct them but it absolutely drives me crazy that they don't know how to distinquish between the various orbed fruits that grace our crisper.

Me and My Yoga Ball

At least that is what Mommy calls it whenever I sit on it. I am not sure what the hell she is talking about but she laughs every time I plop a squat. Mom has a really big ball that she uses to do what she calls sit ups, it really just look like she is bouncing on the ball to me. Whatever, as long as she is happy because like mom says, "a happy Mommy, means a happy family."

Thursday, September 08, 2005

Play Date Central

Mom has had me so busy with play dates lately that I have had no time to blog. Bitch! She thinks I need friends and need to be popular. I hate it! I have to share my stuff, have kids messing up my room, taking my snacks, pushing me off my own ride on car, sitting on my Wiggle couch, saying "Mine" when they know damn well it isn't. Why the hell is it whenever mom meets a new mom with a kid my age that she suddenly sets up a play date? We were at the library the other day and there was another kid there. She was nice enough; she said, "chase me" so I did, she said, "sit with me" so I did, she pushed me down, I got back up thinking, "ok, buh bye B'otch. I walk to the door to leave and mom is handing over her phone number to make a play date. Hello, did she not see me trying to escape this little pain in my diapered butt? Anyway I guess this means another play date is being scheduled for the near future. Wish me luck.

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