I’m packing up. Yep, leaving today and heading to Hingham for
I’m looking forward to a fun busy week. I’ve been thinking about what we’ll do while I’m there.
Probably work on learning my letters and
read some good books.
I’m really excited. Going to Grammy and Pop’s house
means breaking all the rules.
I can’t wait and I’m ready for them.
Question is, are they ready for me?!!
I had the most fun Valentine’s Day! My Mommy is the best!
Whoa…back up. Okay, so when Mommy was young, Grammy used to have a treasure hunt for her and Auntie Hay on Valentine’s Day. They got 10 clues to find their gifts. Another perk was that while Grammy was setting up the hunt, Pops would take them out for ice cream.
Anyway, back to me (ahem, it is my blog you know). Please excuse this barrage of photos, but how could I resist showing off my cuteness on this sweet day?!
Starting the hunt with my first clue…
Going to the treasure
Hope you had a fun V-day too!
XOXO – U Be Mine!
Today is one of my favorite days … Valentine’s Day! I’m hoping
all of my favorite people – you know who you are 😉 – will
Be Mine today…and everyday!
This was me a year ago. I was such a baby. Mommy dressed me in red cause I was her Valentine.
Not, ahem, grown up like the Big Boy I am now.
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! XOXO
More snow this weekend so it was a good time to hunker down with some good books.
Good timing too because Daddy is going on his expedition soon and he needed me to help him brush up on some birds.
Macaws are my speciality so I taught him about those so he wouldn’t embarrass himself with the experts.
I got a little cabin fever tho and a little two-step dancing cured my blues. As you can see, I’m never down for long. Happy boy here.
But I do get mad sometimes. When Mommy wouldn’t take me out for a walk in the sleet, I put on my best pout-pout face.
Hope you had a good weekend too.
Yesterday was a beautiful day!
Bad weather is headed my way so I was determined to spend as much time outside as possible yesterday.
Off I go
First stop was the ducks.
It was a fun day. But, I don’t mind a little snow coming my way.
Might be fun to build a Frosty.
Hey, you know those before-and-after diet pictures you see everywhere?
Here’s my variation of that…
Before: breakfast no eggs After: breakfast with eggs
Who knew eggs make life a little sweeter? Next time maybe I’ll add a little butter and syrup. Double the pleasure, double the fun.
First, let me give a shout-out to my New England Patriots! Heck yeah, I was cheering for them the whole painful way…even if I was reading my books during most of the game. Go Pats!
Don’t you love Auntie Hay’s sign?
It’s really been a drag having an egg allergy. That means no birthday cake, whoopie pies, or chocolate chip cookies. I like bread but c’mon, how many baguettes can one little guy eat?
Yesterday was the day I’d been waiting for. I was going to be tested to see if I could eat eggs (in baked goods only, scrambled or raw eggs are still off limits for now). Daddy packed up pancakes and off we went to the allergist. I took bites of the pancakes on the hour, preparing myself for a monster rash to attack. Here I am keeping busy in between bites, waiting for the rash to roar its ugly head.
If I rashed, no eggs. But guess what?! I passed! I still have to take it slow and easy (who me?!) but yippee, I am on the Egg Road to Recovery!!
BTW, the doctor told Daddy that I am very smart. I guess asking the doctor if she knew that protein is a source of energy didn’t hurt, but ahem, how many other 18.5 month olds know his letters?!
P.S. It’s good to be back.
Saturday night my girl Amelia came over. Mommy made spaghetti sauce on that cold night and all was good.
We went into my room to play. Amelia headed straight for the toys while I went for the books.
Yep, all was good … until… someone thought it was a good idea to put us in the playpen.
I was not happy. Amelia told me to chill, what was the big deal. But I couldn’t. I could not contain myself and now I was the crybaby. So much for being the cool guy in the room.
As the song goes, “It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.”
So I did.
Finally it was my time to meet Santa. I didn’t know what to expect so I prepared myself, hammer in hand. Never know what kind of moves that guy might try.
. hammer in hand
Auntie Hay got in line first and saved us a spot. Three hours later (so much for a New York minute)…
it was our turn and we finally got to see the big guy.
I gave him a once over to make sure he was the real deal.
I told him that I had been a very good boy and smiled for the camera.
Mommy and Auntie Hay wanted in on the action, and Auntie Hay was sucking up big time in hopes of getting a Chanel bag.
But then I decided to act my age (i.e., a typical 17 month old) and started to cry. I mean c’mon, that man was a little scary.
On the way out we got to see Santa’s reindeer.
Was I supposed to think these were real? They couldn’t fool me . I knew they were fake and gave one a big squeeze on the nose where it really hurts. hehe.
It was a very fun day and a good thing I got to tell Santa what I want (lots of books). But I had to be sure he would know that I’ll be in Hingham on Christmas Eve. He winked and thanked me for telling him but, being Santa, he said he already knew. Phew, that was a big load off my shoulders.
So I went to my first Christmas party yesterday.
It was really cool. I got to eat goodies with friends, play with a remote toy dog and even ride on a giant toy car.
But there was one problem. This cool dude (me) was with a bunch of baby wimps.
You can see me like…
a. what is his problem
b. are you serious
c. am I the only adult in the room
d. get me outta here
e. all of the above
Looks like I’m going to be the Top Dog running this place.