Monday, August 28, 2006

I Can Dress Myself

I thought I'd play in the laundry while mom was "working" on the computer. She really needs to put things away. I sure hope they let me do an event soon! How old do you have to be to ride a tricycle?

Something Called Sushi

So my parents make me go to fundraisers all the name it I've probably been there. Saturday they took me to one that my friends Judy and Becky were throwing. Most fun I've had! They were all making something called sushi. It didn't really look like food, but they all sure seemed to like creating it and eating it. Personally, I liked the rice best.

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Warning: Mom Hijacked My Blog!

She has done it again...sometimes I have to let her ramble.

So I’m awake at 4:30AM this morning…no reason. I guess Ian is sleeping too well, so what could I possibly need more than 5 hours of uninterrupted sleep for? I’m laying in bed questioning having put my child in daycare a few days a week – feeling badly, wondering if he is really being fed or if that is just what she’s telling me, thinking maybe this perfectly nice background checked friend recommended woman is in some way harming my precious one. It’s much too early to call Yvonne to ask if she went through her own personal moment of insanity after putting Annika in said daycare so I must do the next best thing, email her!

I open my email to discover I’ve received my latest Powell’s Newsletter (only the single best bookstore on the face of the planet)! Reading through it I discover a cute little link to this book titled “Mommies Who Drink”. Okay, I’ll admit that it wasn’t the title that got me but rather the author’s description of having appeared on Six Feet Under. Immediately I was compelled to figure out who she was and did I see that episode. (As you wonder, no I still don’t own a TV and have no plans to, but have found myself addicted to Six Feet Under, the Soprano’s, and of course Lost thanks to Netflix.)

I found myself even more intrigued when I discovered that an anthology including a story by the author was banned in Ashland, Oregon because of said story! Yeah banned books!!

Further perusing random links about aforementioned (thank you sarah n for adding that to my vocab) book and I discover Brainchild: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers. It made me maybe I need more sleep. Or a drink...

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Zoo Trip

I met my friends today at the zoo! I love the zoo, so many things to see. I think I like the kids the best though. You know the two legged walking talking kind. Today I got to watch the monkeys play for a long time...very fun!

We ate lunch in the playground with my friends. Then their moms let them walk all over and go up and down the slide. I didn't even have shoes I didn't get to do any of that fun stuff. My mom doesn't even have shoes for me to wear. She always says something about, rest of my life to wear shoes, what's the hurry. I don't know what she is talking about. I just sat with my mom and watched my friends play. Party pooper. She did FINALLY let me walk up the slide, holding her two hands of course. Only once though. I screamed for her to let me do it again, but she wouldn't listen.

I slept while she drove home. It was a busy day!

Monday, August 21, 2006

Blah Blah Blah

Nothing too exciting, whitty, or clever to say today, but thought I should post something! So, here are pictures of me my mom took while she was sitting in dog poop.
Did she make my head look funny?

I thought the poop was kind of funny!

Tomorrow I'm going to the zoo!

Friday, August 18, 2006

A Boy! A Chair!

Today my mom let me sit in a big chair in the front yard! I loved it...I just sat and sat...until she made me get out of it. And of course, there she was with the camera again. She wouldn't let me sit in it when we got back in the house...I just don't understand why!

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Play Group Madness!

All of my friends came over yesterday! What a day...wish I could play with them everyday.

Saturday, August 12, 2006

Scarred For Life...But For A Good Cause

My parents insist on getting me out of the house almost every Saturday and Sunday morning to go hangout with a group of people who are sweaty and smelly and REALLY fun to be around. They pass me from one person to another and I absolutely love it! I have at least 20 Aunties who I've know for A LONG time and about as many Uncles. Dad usually hangs out with me while mom attempts to run, ride her bike, or swim for a while. I'm not sure why she doesn't take me with her, but I'm sure glad when she comes back.

Today was a special day. We were going to meet Grandma Sue for pancakes after everyone ran in circles for an hour or so! Any day with Grandma Sue is a good day. Pancakes make it a GREAT day! Mom told me that all of the special people there were "honorees", I guess they are all leukemia survivors. I'm not quite sure what that means though.

I was just minding my own business cruising around looking at all of the cool things they had for everyone while mom and dad where off doing other things when I crashed (they left me in excellent care...for you worrywart relatives reading this) ! You know it happens! So my face is a little banged up...kind of cool though, my scratches are on the same side as dad's scar! I was such a big boy, I didn't even cry. I just needed to suck my thumb a bit when mom came back.

My poor Auntie Becky...she thought it was her fault...said something about paying for my college. I'll have to tell her later that I'm really ok, but she can always pitch in for school, I heard it is expensive.

Saturday, August 05, 2006

I'm Crackers About Crackers

I love crackers. Don't bother me with other food. Give me crackers.

Today I ate...crackers...only crackers. Well, plus 5 peas, 6 kernels of corn, and a few bottles of milk. I even found the bag of crackers Dad left on the table, had 6 of them in my mouth before Mom and Dad realized why I was playing so quietly.

MMMMM Crackers...

Friday, August 04, 2006

Call Me Ishmael

So...I've been noticing lately that my parents call me many many things. Kind of funny since I really don't call them much of anything and I still am able to get my point across.

Top Ten List For This Week
  1. Little Pooper (or just pooper for short) -- no explanation required
  2. Poopy Pooperson -- again, no explanation needed
  3. Cutie Pie -- usually from mom, she still hasn't figured out I'm not a fruit filled pastry
  4. Sweetie Pie -- ditto above
  5. Bud or Buddy -- I was okay with this until I met my Auntie Kelly's dog
  6. Dude -- some throwback to the late 80's early 90's I believe
  7. Mister or Little Mister -- I believe the correct term would be master but I'll give them a break, they are sleep deprived
  8. Little Man -- mom's favorite when she thinks I'm being sweet
  9. Senor -- dad's favorite typically with the phrase "uno moment" attached to it
  10. Ian -- my personal favorite although it does rhyme with a "p" word!

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Someplace They Keep Calling "Home"

Isn't home Sacramento?

So my parents loaded me in the car on Sunday and brought me to this little town in the middle of nowhere. My Mumzy, Gramps, cousins, aunts, and Grandma and Grandpa are all here...for some reason. I like them all. We've been here a few days while my dad is fixing the house they lived in before me...he sure comes home dirty, so he must be doing a good job of fixing it. I like all the attention I'm getting, everyone here let's me get away with A LOT more than my parents do.

Can't write much, they use something called "Dial Up" and I guess pictures are out of the question.

Looking forward to being back home soon.


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