Goodbye Lili

  Lili left today.  The only sister I ever had, and she's gone.  *sigh*  Such is life I supposed....an endless string of goodbyes.  True you'll always meet some one new, or in my case even gain a new sibling pretty soon, but that doesn't make the goodbyes any easier.
   Ok that was very depressing and morbid.  I apologize, I'm just in shock.  Farewell my first sister.  I will never forget you.

Mine mine mine!

I enjoy having a big sister, I really do, but sometimes it feels like she's taking over my space.  So I'm taking it back!  Just don't judge me for the pink zebra print.

Reading by Force

When you have a parent that just doesn't want to read right at the moment, there are 4 easy steps you can take to force them into not only reading to you right then, but enjoying it in spite of their initial unruliness.
1. Pick a small book that appears short and simple.  You don't have to tell them that they must read it at least 10 times in a row.
2. In one smooth motion, throw the book at their stomach and tackle them to the ground.  This should be fluid and fast.
3. Lay down comfortably and snuggle slightly against them.  This technique is guaranteed to reduce them to a big puddle of mushy parental obedience.
4. Applaud after every reading while smiling brightly.  They will not be able to help but to read it again, and again, and again, as long as you remain adorably engaged.
  Follow these 4 steps to a happier, more you-centered reading time with your favorite parent (because of course it doesn't hurt for them to think you like them the most....for the moment....)

Southern Boy

  Went to Wilderness Trail Festival today to help my buddy's dad out at our church booth.  I reeled in the peeps with my good looks and charm, he grabbed 'em up to tell them about the church.  Ok, so the free Starbucks coffee might have had a hand in reeling the people in....but very minor compared to my part.
   Down a few booths from ours were the gun people.  You know, that group that wants everybody to carry their guns loud and proud?  That's where my sticker came from.  What's cuter than a baby with a pro-gun sticker?  I mean look at this face.....how can you take away people's rights to protect little guys like me?  You can't live in the south and not support the right to bear arms...you just can't.  My political/topical stance of the day. Deal with it.

Paper Pantry Project

 Pantries are wonderful things; you never know what sorts of construction items you might find in there.  And FYI Mom, you get zero points for this shot.  I had it stacked 3 high, but she snapped the picture too late.  I just had to knock it down.  I had intended to build higher, but the allure of destruction was too great.  I did build it back.....only to knock it down again.  

      You don't get it do you?  That's what happens when you let yourself grow up; the awesome possibilities for an everyday roll of paper towels get lost somewhere between "Minecraft" and smartphone.

Back to School

Started another class today with Mommy.  Apologetics.  Actually Mommy started the class while I built a tower.  But ya know building mega-block towers and apologetics have a lot in common....you have to have a good foundation.  You have to understand structure and balance; when to push the limits, when to move on to something else.  You have to be smart and really know what you're doing so your whole case (or tower) doesn't come crashing down.  Yep...I bet Mommy learned a lot just by watching my mad mega-block skills.  Maybe the professor and I should get together sometime and discuss Van Til's apologetic method while I teach him proper building technique.

What's Up Doc?

   Yet another trip to the doctor today for me.  I'm feverish, I'm lethargic, I just want to sleep!  I don't know what's wrong....I was fine this morning, and then BAM!  I can't eat, not even Chik-Fil-A, which I would normally wolf down.  The doc wants to see me again in the morning.  You know when they tell you to come back in less than 24 hours that they're worried, and just don't want to use those exact words.  Come on people.  I'm smarter than I look, which makes me a genius.  No, it makes me like the president of Mensa.  Seriously.

Cruisin'

It's nice to be King.  Having a minion to wheel you around in your chariot; this is the life.  Ok so it's my big brother-from-another-mother that lives next door and not a minion, but I will have minions one day!
    He was so awesome - he duct-taped a bike to a wagon (Duct-Taped!!), which he covered with a plush blanket and pillow just for me, and drove me all over the place.  I could just kick my shoes off and relax.  And believe me I need to relax after the days I've been having.  You really don't know what it's like to be me, you really don't.  It's not all kicks and giggles.  Yes it's mostly kicks and giggles, but not all.

300

  No folks, I am not referring to the film "300", but to a much more awesome 300.  This is my 300th post!  In honor of this day, I decided to finish my medical studies and become a full-fledged doctor (sorry dad, I beat you to it).

I was even paged to the hospital already earlier this afternoon, so naturally I hopped on my Radio Flyer and burned rubber (that smelled suspiciously like burning plastic....good thing I'm a doctor!)  Mommy intervened however and offered to drive me to the hospital instead, claiming her minivan is faster than my radio flyer (yeah.....ok mom)  Eventually, we did make it there, where I quickly assessed the situation and diagnosed accordingly.  Problem: Dangerously low adorability count among the staff due to a lack of doctors such as myself.  Treatment plan: Offer once a week adorability therapy to attempt to counter-act this onset of "nothing cute to see here-itis".  Given time, I think a full recovery is possible.

Trains, Planes, and...no wait....Just Trains

 Today could have ended very badly, seeing as I was completely wearing Mommy out with my boundless energy (that was more boundless than usual today).  Thankfully, Mommy's exhaustion led her to take me to a magical land filled with books, and the biggest train set I've ever seen.  This thing was epic. Although, for some reason all the trains had faces, so I tossed them off the track and only played with the coal cars (because trains should NOT have faces).  Helpful hint: Magnets do NOT stay stuck together when picked up.  Very frustrating.  And I must not have had the magic touch, because whenever I tried to put the trains back together, they wouldn't even get near each other, but when Mommy did it, they instantly clung together.  I don't know what I was doing wrong.  Sometimes she would rotate them around the opposite way than I had been trying, but that really shouldn't make a difference.  I mean both metal thingys were identical.  Pretty sure it's some sick trick meant to torture and exasperate kids.  In spite of this, it was awesome.

"See You In September!"

Oh the good old days....stinkin' adorable.  Lately I've really been missing Mommy a lot, and wishing I was this young again so I'd have Mommy to myself again, but since Lili started school Wednesday I do get Mommy all to myself!  Sometimes during the day I forget Lili's at school though, and I go to the stairs and holler for her, but she doesn't come.  Then I remember, "Oh yeah, it's all about me till 2:30!!!"  Muah-ha-ha-ha!  The return of Boss Baby!  The mighty and powerful ruler of the house!  Mommy shall do what I want, whenever I want!  Until my brother arrives that is.  *sigh*

Espresso and Pork Butt

       Man I love date-night.  Tonight's date was particularly awesome, because Mommy and Daddy both had a free beverage coupon for Starbucks (even though this is mine and Mommy's special date spot, I allowed Daddy to come, just this once), which meant they could each get the biggest, most expensive drinks on the menu, thus having plenty to share with me.  :) Then we went for barbecue (also mine and Mommy's special lunch-date spot...I was in a generous mood tonight) where I got a FREE meal all to myself.  No having to pick off Mommy and Daddy's plates, no getting stuck with their leftovers, but one just for me.  Apparently the pig place does this every Wednesday night, so I foresee many more of these "third wheel" date nights to occur on Wednesdays.            Don't get me wrong, Daddy is a great sport about being the third wheel.  I mean you should see how courteous and attentive Mommy is to him when the three of us go on a date; it's almost like I'm not even there she's so careful to include him in the conversation.  Good old Mom.

The Return of Daisy

Never fear!  Daisy is here!  Actually she's been back since Saturday morning, I just forgot to tell you yesterday.  She told me her 4 dachshund friends a couple streets over had invited her for a camp-out, and she forgot to ask Mommy's permission.  The dachshund family's mom brought her home, after Mommy had called animal control to figure out where she was, that is.  She had a blast and thinks we should get 4 more dogs.  I told her I think it's a splendid idea, but Mommy said "A new baby brother is all the new puppies we'll be getting this year, thank you very much!"  So I guess that's settled....

Two New Rides

  Like my hog?  It's nice huh?  Red. The color of courage, the color of passion, the color of speed.  That's me in a nutshell.
   Ok, so maybe the bike belongs to my friend next-door.  But I still look really good on it.  *Hint, Mommy, hint, hint*  Mommy got a new vehicle though.  Daddy traded in the truck for a sweet minivan.  Don't scoff.  Minivans are the height of luxury.  I mean, can you run laps in your vehicle?  Cause I can now!  It has these awesome backseats that fold right down into the floor, and you don't even have to open the doors yourself, they're automatic!  And it has the LATCH system, so I'm even safer than before.
   We almost didn't get it though....I had to work some serious charm on the car dealer to make him give us a good deal.  I never gave up...aggressive, pushy, intimidating.  Also me in a nutshell.  Mommy is very grateful.  I told her not to feel too indebted - a motorbike will be all the thanks I require....