Brister Clothes

      Ta-Da!  Here is the very first outfit set that my little brister will wear.  I picked it out myself; it's from the Little Maven collection by Tori Spelling (a collection Mrs. Spelling named after me I'm sure).  I feel it is important to get my brister off to a fashionable start so he can fit in with the rest of his debonair siblings (aka. Me!).  I'd hate for him to stick out like an unruly, mismatched sore thumb.  He deserves the same respect as I do from day one!
      Well maybe not the EXACT same amount, as I have more worldly knowledge and experience and am thus deserving of slightly more, but you know what I mean....

Pajama Party!

  My buddy came over last night to hang out, and we ripped the place apart!  Toys everywhere!  Partying 10 minutes past bedtime!  WHAT?!  I know....we are maniacs.  Shhhhh!  Don't tell his parents.  
     Anyway, after doing the things that your average one and almost one year olds do, we had a long talk about where we see ourselves in 5 years.  I will be a Wall-Street tycoon that travels around the world performing with my rock band on weekends, and he will have designed and be in the process of building the 8th Wonder of the World.  Cause that's how we roll....

Persnickity Plaids

  I'm having a crisis this morning.....

I can't decide which plaid shirt to wear.  The shirt I'm currently styling is warmer for a breezy day like today, but I fear it may get too warm.  The other is the perfect fabric even if it does get warmer, but it just so much blue in it I just can't wear it with jeans, and I'm not feeling formal enough for khakis.  *sigh*  Before I was a big brother these decisions used to be so simple.  Now I just have so much on my mind to even begin to gather my thoughts enough to pick out a simple shirt!  What is happening?! 

Easter Pictures

  This just in: some more pictures from my  Easter Egg Hunt at Nanna and Poppy's house.  The secret to a good easter egg hunt is to have a lackey to carry the eggs after you pick them up.  In this case, Poppy served the purpose well. :)

Cold Weather Camp-Out

     This is just the sort of thing my daddy does to let me know he wishes he were here with me, and wants me to try and bravely go through my day and maybe, just maybe, have fun while I'm at it.  Super greatest indoor tent maker EVER.  Paul's got NOTHING on you Dad!  I mean only a Dad could turn two couches and two sheets into an indoor mountain get away (minus the panoramic view, although I could still watch tv from inside).  While Daddy is away studying, Mommy and I camp out in our awesome fort.  I just woke up one morning and there it was!  The best part is crawling over the pink sheet so it collapses on top of Mommy.  Priceless. Thanks Dad.

Work Out

   Insert Arnold Schwarzenegger accent for the entirety of this post....
My buddy came over to work out after story time.  Story time is a good warm-up for weightlifting.  Whilst Mommy and her friend discussed trivial things, like pregnancy and baby babies, we were toning our muscles.  Not building any more really; I mean how can you build upon what is already a brick masterpiece?  You can only double-check the foundation and keep it hard as rock.  I like to go sleeveless when I workout, better for showing off muscle.  My friend is a bit more humble than I, and hides his light under a sleeve.  We are considering going out for Ninja Warrior next season....the foreign version not American.  It's more challenging.  

Sleep

 Sleep...sleep...sleep....goodnight.

Fancy-pants

 I've chosen my delivery room outfit.  Mommy insists it will be too small by the time my brister (since I don't technically know for sure it's a brother...we'll call him my brister) comes.  Pah!  I actually exercise daily, unlike some I could mention.  This suit will be just fine.  And then, get this, then Mommy told me I wouldn't be allowed in the delivery room!  For shame!  Of course I'll be there!  This is the birth of my brister after all!  Who better to coach him out than me?  After all I was in his place not too long ago.  I remember the pain, the bending, the pressure, the terrible headache and general aches that accompanied my arrival.  Some one understanding needs to be there for him.  After I was born, everyone always wanted to know how Mommy was feeling, and if Mommy was recovering well.  What about me?!  Who is the one that got ripped out very ungraciously from my cozy home?  Who was the one traumatized by the sudden burst of light and vision of doctors with blue hands and no faces?  Yeah, that would be me.  So I'm wearing the suit, I'm coming in the room, and no one's gonna' stop me!

Let the Madness Begin

Well I am exhausted!  Who knew being a big brother would be such hard work!  I'm nauseated, bloated, and more tired than I can recall ever being.  Mommy says it's sympathy pains, but I think perhaps that the thought of the smelly, sticky, germ-ridden bundle of joy to come is the cause of my woe.  I admit I was excited at first, thrilled, overjoyed even.  But now Mommy is just no fun.  All she wants to do is sleep, so she begs me to go to sleep not even an hour after I've just woken up.  She doesn't take us out for coffee anymore because she apparently can't abide the stuff all of a sudden.  She doesn't even wrestle with me anymore because she's drained of all life itself.  Which is funny to me, because you'd think that since she's actually growing more life, she'd be more lively.  Apparently not.  And Daddy!  He actually tolerates this new behavior!  Why he even cooks dinner and does dishes so she can "rest"!  Hmpfh.  Well little brother, I sure hope you appreciate all the sacrifices I'm making for you!

Drum Roll Please.....

   Guess who's going to be a big brother?!  ME!!!  I'm going to have a baby sibling!  Hopefully a brother, as I believe my conscience would prick me too much were I to pick on, I mean, guide, a sister.  I'll teach him all my tricks!  Attention-getters, sympathy-grabbers, you name it, I'm the expert.  I'll leave a few in my back pocket, in case of emergency, i.e. he tries to get me in trouble with Mommy or Daddy.
   Oooo, ooo maybe he'll enjoy discussing classic cinema and art over a glass of sparkling apple juice and dairy-free brie too!  Oh the possibilities!  I'm going to be the greatest big brother in the universe.  Jabberbaby, part two.  No wait, "Jabberbaby - The Saga Continues".  Wait, wait I've got it - "Jabberbaby: Legacy".  That's it.  Someone to carry on the tradition of charm, wit, and handsomeness when I grow too old and feeble.  I am psyched.  Look out world, I don't think you can handle me, AND a mini-me.

A Little Slice of Honduras

 Ta-da!  Look what Daddy brought me from Honduras!  It's a miniature of a bigger instrument that Mommy knows how to play. Mommy started to teach me how to play it, but when I grabbed the sticks and successfully played Korsakov's Flight of the Bumblebee, she backed off.  My initial reaction to the 'phone:

Getting to know the 'phone...hmmm this looks like it might be fun...

The final strike after playing a masterpiece...this is the start of a beautiful relationship.  Look out Kakraba Lobi!

Puppy Love

  Sorry I've been MIA.  I'm just so tired.  Daisy's exhausted too.  She's been on a farm all week while I was at the beach.  She met a guy there....I keep telling her it will never work.  She's a house dog, he's a farm dog.  It just isn't meant to be.  She's pretty broken-hearted.  I've done everything I can to cheer her up, but it's just not working.  There's nothing worse than a lovesick puppy.  She won't even gnaw her bone. *sigh*  I'm too sensitive to deal with this...she's even making me sad.  Maybe she needs some pampering....I've heard that usually fixes most female ailments.  There's this great grooming place downtown...MOMMY!  WHERE'S MY PHONE?

He's COMING!!!

    I hate packing.  I hate loading.  But just so that no one can say I didn't carry my own weight on this trip........

Whilst everyone else is stuffing their faces with breakfast, I am hard at work.  These people do not seem to realize the severity of how badly I need to get home.  DADDY FLIES BACK TONIGHT!!!!  WE HAVE TO GO RIGHT NOW!  I CANNOT BE LATE!!!  HE'S BRINGING ME A PRESENT!!  Oops, oh wait, did I say that out loud?   I mean....I JUST CAN'T WAIT TO SEE HIS WONDERFUL DADDY-LIKE FACE!!!  It has now been 8 days since I've seen him!  That's longer than I've ever gone without seeing him in my whole life!  The beach was a blast, the Cape is cozy, but there's no place like home!

Pictures From Vacay....Last Day :(

Beach Bum

 Day 3 at the beach!  I love the sand.  Digging, and burying, and shoveling, and flinging, and digging some more!  The water however is terrifying.  TERRIFYING!!!  I will never let mommy put me back in that horrible ocean.  EVER.  The sand is the best part.  I sculpted in the sand for over an hour, and then just as I was about to finish a masterpiece to rival Degas, Mommy ripped me away, killing any semblance of creativity.  *sigh* 
   However, I did build a lovely sand castle, but Uncle Josh did not take a good picture.  Sorry, this is all I got.

I Have Arrived!

  I have arrived at the beach!  Obviously, these are not beach pictures.  These are my farewell daddy pictures, since he is currently visiting another country doing doctor stuff.  I got to play in the grass for the first time!  It's been too cold where I live so far, and last Spring and Summer I couldn't walk around yet, so to-date I had yet to know the joy of the outdoors.  Dirt! Grass!  Clover!  Sticks!  It's awesome!  I found a leaf, and a pinecone, and went on an Easter Egg Hunt.  Those pictures are on Nanna's computer, and have not been shared with me yet.  Right now I'm about to head out and soak up the sun.  See ya' later mountain dwellers!