Hey, you get over here right now mister!
What was I thinking, I could be in lockdown for days.
Yay, the birthdays were finally over, so we got to move on to
the good stuff. Halloween. I liked it. Right up my alley cause
lots of attention and lots of candy. I got to be…
But boy was I mad when they ate all my Snickers.
Next year I’m going trick-or-treating for real and maybe dress up as a birder like Daddy or a cheerleader like Mommy (yes, there are boy cheerleaders you know). I’ll be the Captain too. Get over it.
P.S. Why are some nursery rhymes so scary… Mommmmmmmy!
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn’t keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her very well.
The busy birthday month continues. And today is one of the most special of them all…Daddy’s!
I’ve been trying to decide what my Daddy would like better – a marathon birding weekend with just us guys or one whole night’s sleep. Hmm let me put in my paci and think about it. As you would say Daddy, HBD!
I mean really. Thigh gap photoshopping on babies? One of the best things I love about being a baby is that I get to have lots of rolls and be pudgy and everyone thinks I’m adorable.
I’d never say a bad word about a company like Huggies running an ad like this (wink) and I’m glad they got called out for doing this. But hey, I ‘m not ruling out being their next model either.
Oh, don’t forget to cheer for my team tonight. Thursday night football … Go Pats!
My Mommy didn’t drink wine for nine months.
My Mommy! Can you even believe that?
Maybe a few sips here or there but not really. Daddy sure was happy cause finally Mommy was a cheap date.
You can probably guess the first item packed in the hospital bag. And did it taste good. This face though. I think I was worth it. Well, maybe?!
I sure am glad we don’t have stairs in our new place.
Mommy told me when she was little if she was bad she had to sit on The Naughty Stair. If you know my Mommy, she is a very good girl and rarely naughty. But once when she and her friend Kerrie had a picnic in the backyard, they threw their sandwiches all over Pops’ manicured lawn. Well that was it, off to The Stair.
I’m going to make sure I don’t sit on no naughty stair. Aunt Hayley tells me it’s not fun.
I’m working on perfecting my best contrite look. Figure it might come in handy some day.
Boy does time fly. I can’t believe it, I’m three months old today!
Happy Birthday to me! Grammy send up some Brighams please!
In Case You Missed It, I joined this world on July 21st and it’s been full steam ahead ever since.
So now that I’m three months old, I’m supposed to be “hatching.” That’s when babies come out of their shells and begin to react to the world around them. That cracks me up. What am I, a chicken or something?!