Staying Grounded

 Um...you all know I'm not one to complain...but it has come to my attention that everyone really likes to pick me up.  Which is fine, really...it's just that sometimes people pick me up, and then put me on their shoulders, or throw me into the air and then catch me, or place me on wheeled vehicles.  Now I'm not a wimpy kind of guy or anything.  Cautious, perhaps, but not wimpy.  I just would prefer to avoid crashes and collisions until at least age 2, or maybe even age 30 when I finally leave home.  But for right now, I prefer to have my bottom and both heels planted firmly on the ground.  That is all.

Twas the Night Before Test Day....

Hey!

I said HEY!  Do you know what today is?!

It's the night before Dada takes his test.  The test.  The test to end all tests.  The test that determines the course of MY ENTIRE LIFE!

But no pressure.......

Home is Where the MLS Is...

 Don't tell me.  You're angry.  I mean there's no reason to deny it, I can see that you are visibly, undeniably upset that I've been gone for so long.  But I have a good excuse.  I went to visit Nanna and Poppy and Auntie KK and Uncle Josh (who only came over for an hour.....fail, Uncle J.  Epic Fail.)  Combined with my trip to visit Thomas the Tank Engine and Gramma and Grampa and THEN to Nanna and Poppy's house, I was gone for two weeks!  I tried to keep in touch with you, I really did....a few times anyway.  But these visits are just so hectic what with the paparazzi in my face all the time, people throwing gifts at my feet, hair appointments, etc.  But I'm home now!  Mommy tired, Bro is tired, and I would be tired were it not for the energy I get from knowing you all are waiting for my next stroke of genius....hanging on my every word.  Man, I am one VIP.  :)

Brother enjoying his first teething biscuit. (I know, it makes him sound like a dog, right?)

Ridiculously awesome train that exists to sit in a parking lot and serve donuts.  I mean come on.  Coolest. Train. Ever.

I AM ME

In the short 6 months that I've been ex-utero, I've seen some very odd things regarding how people treat babies.  For example, what makes everyone think I want to be lifted insanely high over their heads?  I really really don't.  Quite frankly, I'm afraid of heights (but mainly that feeling in my stomach I get when I'm swung down from a large height.)  I like to sit.  And be held.  While I sit.  Quietly and calmly.  Taking it all in.  That's just the kind of guy I am. Now I do understand that from people's experiences with big brother, they judge me based on his likes and dislikes, but let me set the record straight now.  I am calm.  I am peace.  I am not wild-crazy-run-around-screaming.  I am me.  So there.

(But please don't be offended and if you want to swing me around I guess I'll get used to it, and - 

"JD!  Don't apologize! Speak your mind boy!"  

MLS, haven't you gotten the point of my post?  I can't just state my mind offensively the way you can.  I don't want to hurt anyone's feelings.  

"Oh brother...."

The First MUST be Last

Do you see this nonsense?!  Read it.  Just read it.  Are you done yet?  I know right?!  First child?!  JD is the first child?!  How dare they!  It's preposterous!  It's an outrage!  I am genuinely outraged here people!
"Well MLS Mommy explained to you that she sent in the correct information, but the nice lady at the alumni office just got confused.  She got Mommy and Daddy's graduation year wrong too; just think how they must feel.  And I also think that - "
Oh hush Mr. "First Child".  I don't particularly care what you have to say right now.  This has caused a great rift between us, Ma.  Just so you know.  And I don't know that it can be mended unless a retraction is printed immediately.
"But MLS, don't you remember?  Mommy said they'll print the retraction just as soon as they can - when the next magazine comes out in the Fall.  Isn't that nice of them?  I'm so glad for your sake, because I love you and I just - "
Hush young one.  That will be quite enough of your sweet, wheedling ways tonight.  Besides, shouldn't you be in bed?  What is Mommy thinking letting you stay up this late.  You're not 2 yet!  Oh but that's right, you are the "first child" now.  Psh.

Day Out With Thomas! (And Uncle J)

The pictures make this post self-explanatory....best. day. ever.

Live It Up

Life is short.
Eat brownie batter.

A Tale of Three Trains

 I see JD posted his reading challenge.  What he failed to mention is that in order for him to meet his goal, I have to hold all the books for him.  He reads perfectly fine, I mean he is MY brother, what did you expect?  The problem is simply that the books are too big for him to hold them and turn the pages at the same time.  Being the wonderful, kind, caring, loving brother I am, I offered to help out.  So far he has wanted to read War and Peace, Les Miserables, and How to Win Friends and Influence People.  Instead I let him read Trains! Trains! Trains!, Go, Train, Go!, and Little Puff: A Train's Tale.  I think that was a fair compromise....