Party in My Crib!

   Good evening fellow New Year's Eve party-goers!  Though it's late, I know you're all still awake. Well, almost everyone....

This is pretty much all he does.  It's getting kind of old actually.  I mean I love the kid, I really do.  But come on.  Seriously.  You have the world's coolest older brother to play with and this is how you choose to spend your time?  Geez.

Anyway, although my parental units have the antiquated notion that children under 2 cannot stay up until 12:01, as you can see, I'm still kickin'!  Mommy forgot to hide the mini-laptop again....hee hee.  So....PARTY IN MY CRIB!  BYOB!  (That's "B" for "bottle" people what's wrong with you?!) Just come in the window and try not to wake the 'rents.  They have chosen not to greet the new year.  Some ridiculous excuse about "Baby wakes up every 3 hours to eat" and "When you have two kids under 2 you'll understand".  Again with the "2 under 2" excuses.  Come on Mom.  That's getting old.

Man I haven't used one of these in so long....I don't think I have it in correctly.....

The Return of Uncle John-John

  "He's baaaaack!"  Just for me, Uncle John has returned along with Gramma to visit yours truly.  Ok, so maybe Gramma came to visit both JD and I, but Uncle John-John definitely came just for me.  We've been discussing world events and the current economical situation in the country he lives in.  He has grand ideas for a business he wants to start up, and I was giving him a few pointers.  After all, I am on the fast track to be a Wall-Street tycoon by the time I'm 21 (along with being a rockstar-doctor-model).  I explained to him that he could increase his probable profit margin by 10% simply by having me as the face of his business.  We are currently in negotiations regarding my salary (which would have to be QUITE hefty....just sayin'.)

Christmas!

     JD had his first Christmas today!  He wasn't too into the presents, but he listened to the reading of the Christmas story excellently, and also remained politely silent during the singing of Christmas hymns.
     The first thing I did this morning though was help Mommy make breakfast while Dada and JD slept in.  That's just the kind of guy I am....
     Then when the others FINALLY came downstairs (and even then it was only because they were both hungry!), we opened our stockings and read the Biblical account of Jesus' birth while enjoying a lovely Christmas breakfast -

   That's Christmas morning breakfast MLS style.  Following breakfast I helped belt out a few Christmas songs to help my gummi bears digest better.  And you know what came next....PRESENTS!  Wait for it, wait for it....

TA-DA!!!  I now have my very own train table!!  Mommy did the design and put it together, and Dada secured the pieces onto the table.  I. Am. Psyched.  I bet no other kid on earth has a custom-built train table!  (Ok, maybe one or two, but none like this!)  I shant list the other things I received, because Mommy said that's rude.  Let's just say, grandparents and aunts and uncles are awesome!

  And here I am, happy in the aftermath of hurricane MLS, expert gift unwrapper and tinsel thrower (thanks for putting that stuff in Mommy's necklace box Auntie KK!).  And below we have JD in the aftermath.  I know, I know.  The kid has a lot to learn.  Good thing he has an expert teacher.

Best.Present.Ever.

 What a present!  Not the wrapped ones, the devilishly handsome one wearing the Henley sweater. :)  Can't wait for Mommy to come bounding downstairs in the morning (now that she isn't pregnant anymore, she can actually "bound" once again) and find this bundle of Christmas joy under the tree.  I tried to get JD to chill under here with me, but his head kept lolling back and forth.  Psh.  Kids today.  Well you know what they say about kids not having their heads on right.  Anyway, Merry Christmas Eve!  Here's a preview of JD's photo shoot, co-starring yours truly.  Yes, we did indeed have to have that Auburn touch in there....

Cookie Monster

  Where did all the Christmas cookies I decorated go?!  They were just here!  The green icing on my hands?  Well that's from decorating the cookies obviously.  Oh the icing on my mouth?  That's there because.....at one point.....I had to hold the icing pouch with my mouth, because my hands were too messy and slippery.  Yeah! That's what happened.

What?  You think that's me eating that cookie?  You can't prove anything.  That could be anyone's mouth.  In fact, it looks a lot like Dada's mouth.  The villain!  After I worked so hard on those cookies.  For shame!

Picture Time!

 Tomorrow is the day I introduce JD to the wonderful world of modeling.  Yes, it's time for his "newborn shots".  I was worried he would look more mature than I did in mine, since he'll be entering day 14 of life ex-utero tomorrow, whereas mine were taken on day 11, but since he's such a tiny mite I don't think I need worry about that.  He's a bit nervous about it now that I've informed him most of the shots will be onesie-less; he detests the cold.  But with my expert coaching, I think he'll do just fine.  Let's review a few of my newborn shots to compete with, I mean, compare to, his.....

Belly Blast

   As the great philosopher Joey Gladstone once said, "There's only so much weight in the world; if I lose five pounds, some one else has to gain it."  I think all the weight Mommy has lost since having mini-me *I HAVE A NAME!* has gone straight to me.  OK so maybe I've had one too many "welcome home baby" cookies....Or perhaps I'm retaining water from all the stress of making sure mini-me is as perfect and wise as I.  Right bro?  (Scroll for answer....)

Hmmmm....he doesn't appear to agree.

"Two Under 2" - What's Your Point?

  I'm trying to understand why people keep asking Mommy, "What's it like having two kids under two years old?"  First of all, I'll be two in just two more months, so it's not like this is permanent.  Second of all, it's great!  Mommy should be grateful for this opportunity.  I mean think about it - she gets twice the cuteness, twice the adorable jabbering, and twice the cuddling.  Let's face it, once you hit three, cuteness goes out the window.  No really, it's true...scientific fact.  Daddy learned it in school last year.  Some hormonal change take place at age 3 that affects a child's appearance.  Of course, I'm sure that won't matter in my case, since I have so much cuteness to spare.
    So to those inquiring minds who only ask Mommy (who, let's face it, is tired and may not be thinking clearly enough to give you an accurate answer) that question, here's the truth, straight from the mouths of the actual "under 2's" - Two under 2 is the way to go!

Introducing: My Protege

     He's here!  One week ago today my little bro entered the world, weighing 7 lbs, 13 oz and measuring in at a mere 19.5 inches (I was 21.5....but I suppose as the big brother, it's only fitting that I was bigger).  He is thrilled to finally be with me.
    *I never said that MLS. My exact words were, "You are even louder out here than when I was inside Mommy.  Man I miss my womb with no view."*
     The only thing that bothers me about him so far is he's too quiet.  He never cries, he never babbles, even though I've explained to him that parents love that gibberish nonsense.  He's very cute though; it's

 obvious he inherited my good looks.  The charm, well we'll have to wait and see.  Mommy seems rather charmed by him, though personally I haven't seen anything to warrant such reactions as she and everyone else is having.  But when I'm done with him....look out world.  It's MLS 2.0.  MLS: the Sequel.

Clone Confusion

A. Internet has been down AGAIN, so I apologize AGAIN or my absence.  And B, for those of you who thought the great man I was meeting was my brother, gotcha!  It's Dada's clone!  He's been away for two whole years, longer than I've been alive, so we've never met until this week.  I'm attempting to train him as well as I've got Dada trained, and although he's a fairly quick learner, his diaper technique could use some work.  I was all ready to use the potty, but when Mommy informed me he was coming, I thought it best to stick to diapers so I could add another diaper-changing prodigy to my resume.  (I'm not sure this one's going to make it though....)
But it's very confusing having him around....sometimes I go to run to Dada, and it's not him.  It's the other one.  And sometimes I see Dada coming downstairs and yell, "Jah-Jah!", but it's not him.  I think it very cruel of a father to play such a prank on his only son.  Ok fine, his eldest son.
We are having a blast though; Jah-Jah and I even plotted together and went out and bought Mommy a real Christmas tree!  His anniversary gift to her, my Christmas gift (so remember Mom, no gift UNDER the tree from me this year).  Then I had to teach Mommy how to decorate the tree in such a way that the feng shui of the room is not disturbed.  I saw the tree this morning after I awoke.....clearly she wasn't listening.

At Last

  It's coming....



 The event of the biennium....



 The meeting of two great men.......



  Curious?