Happy Valentine's Day!!!

     Happy Valentine's Day!  I made a special peanut butter face just to ward off predatorial women who can't resist my charms on this of all days.  However, let it be known that when I do have a Valentine, I won't be like those men I saw at the grocery store today.  I ride in, and there are 6 men standing in front of the floral case, just staring.  Then one reached his hand out to pick a bouquet, and lowered it again, shaking his head.  Ok dude, shouldn't you know what kind of flowers your wife likes?  Shouldn't you have thought this through a little sooner, like say I don't know, BEFORE the actual day of the holiday?  *sigh*  I wanted to go over there and give those guys a piece of my mind, followed by some advice on wooing and charming, but alas, Mommy had me snapped into that buggy like a prisoner.  When I find the girl of my dreams, she will get flowers every day if she wants them.  She'll get heart-shaped boxes of candy monthly, even if I have to special order it.  I'll take her dancing and to plays and cultured stuff that most men wouldn't.  Yep, that's me, the original Renaissance Baby.

Be My Valentine?

     It seems that the girl I would have asked to be my Valentine is out of town, so I asked Mommy  instead.  While she said she was flattered that I would consider her a worthy second choice, she is already taken.  Shoulda' seen that coming.....
    So would one of you like to be my Valentine?  I can't bring flowers (most are poisonous so Mommy said I can't touch them) or candy (allergic to dairy, so if I can't have it neither can you!), but I still have a lot to offer!  I'm cute, funny, sensitive (sometimes), a great dresser, and a charming conversationalist.  I'll even make you a gourmet meal - Kix and a sqeeze pouch of applesauce.  I want to do lobster with orzo in a delicate lemon butter sauce, but Mommy said lobster is a third or fourth date kind of thing.  *sigh*  Mothers can be quite annoying when it comes to watching their baby boy start dating. 

All Aboard!

       Oh hi!  You've caught me at a very busy time.  As you can see, I've taken a job as a conductor, and it is occupying all my time.  First I drove my train to Mommy's friend's house to sit with her while Mommy cleaned a house.  Why a grown woman needs a babysitter I'll never understand, but it seems that everytime Mommy is really busy I end up babysitting some one....it's very strange.  Anyway, then I stopped off at my friend's house to teach him the mechanics of running a train.  He was more interested in my light-up yellow ball, but I can't say I blame him.  I mean it's a ball, that lights up!  Need I say more?  Then I drove "back to the station" (that's railroad talk for "home"), where I rustled up some grub for Mommy and Daddy.  Wait....I seem to be mixing jargon.  Sorry, it's just been a looooong day!

Walk the Walk

 WE INTERRUPT YOU'RE REGULARLY SCHEDULED BLOG READING FOR AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT:
  I can walk!  I can take up to four steps all by myself.  No hand to hold.  No sofa or table to grasp.  Just me against the floor.  And I'm winning!
   To celebrate, Mommy took me for my very first kids meal from Chik-Fil-A.  Refer to the photos on your left -
 1. Excited as I get everything out of the bag.
 2. Really excited to discover that this sippy box thing makes a huge mess. :)
  3. Grilled nuggets fall sadly short of my high expectations.  *sigh* 

    They weren't so bad when I tried them again later for dinner.  I think the overwhelming amount of pepper they used to season my grilled nuggets threw my delicate palate through a loop at first.  Once adjusted, they were really quite tasty. 
     Mommy said not to expect celebratory meals like this very often.  Apparently walking is a big deal to her....and people wonder why boys are so drawn to athletic pursuits - I walk 4 steps and get Chik-Fil-A; I compose a Progressive Piano Piece in 12 Parts in the Key of F minor and get diddly-squat!  Oh how I long for the cultured, civilized world from whence I came....
     

 

Practice Makes......

      Behold!  The heavens shining upon my face.  Blue eyes gazing upward into the distance.  Just a hint of a smile....perfect. 
       I'm practicing for my one-year photo shoot tomorrow.  What do you think?  Obviously I won't be wearing a hoodie, just focus on the expression.  A bit too modelesque?  Not babyish enough?  I know I know....I'm working on it.  Maybe if I eat a pb+j before I go, and leave the remnants on my face.  No, that would just make the perfect quintessential "messy little boy" picture.  *sigh*  It's a lost cause.

CD's - Compact Disasters

         AHHHHHHH!  Oh, it's just you.  I thought you were Mommy.  Which would be perfectly fine of course did you think I wouldn't be fine with that because that would be just fine, splendid, superb even because I'm completely innocent.....I did not just creep over to the CD tower, and I am not about to pull each CD out one-by-one, and I'm DEFINATELY not about to pile them up and then sit on them.  Nope, not me.  But if I were to have been thinking about such a thing, and Mommy were to be headed this way, I know that you, my faithful follower, would gladly distract her, while I make a break for it.  And if she were to ask, "Well hey have you seen MLS?"  You would answer, "Why no, not recently....he's been in the kitchen for a while now sitting quietly and reading the Encyclopedia."
      A lie?  You think I want you to lie?  Psh...psh.  Noooooo.  I'll hurry into the kitchen, and start reading, and ya know "a while ago" is just so very vague, so you can honestly say that I have been in there for a while.  Got it?  Glad we got this cleared up.  Not that there was anything to clear up or that I had been planning something mischievous that would require such measures on your part....nope....not me.....

1 Year Check-Up

Had my one year doctor's visit today. I'm NEVER GOING BACK AGAIN.  EVER.  They stuck me FOUR TIMES!!!! FOUR!!!!  Daddy keeps telling me it was worth it because they discovered that supposedly my hemoglobin is slightly low.  And your point is?  This changes absolutely nothing about how I eat from day to day...I mean it just means that I need more iron...iron that comes from red meat in particular.  Great, then you're back where you started buddy because I do NOT eat red meat.  I think it's gross and tastes all earthy and raw and yech! I'll eat all the beans you want, but I will NOT eat cow.  Haven't you seen those poor cows on the chik-fil-a billboards?  I mean they are out there risking their lives on top of towering, dangerous, unstable structures just to beg us not to eat them.  Come on people.  Don't let their death-defying billboard climbs be in vain.



Maybe if I wear my gangster boggan
and hide out in the 'hood, Mommy won't recognize
me and I can avoid the doctor in 3 months!

Birthday Bash

   I'm ONE!  One whole year of handsomeness, wit, charm, grace, style, and literary genius.  Thank you to everyone who attended my party.  I mean I knew I was popular, but good grief!  I was turning people away at the door!  Media, paparazzi, it was a circus.  Speaking of circi (the plural of circus...in MLS's dictionary...), they usually have monkeys there, which happened to be the theme of my party, so that's rather fitting.  Daddy made my monkey cake, icing decor and all.  I had no idea he had these hidden talents!  Banana cake with peanut butter frosting, gluten and dairy free of course.  The tissue globes were done by my auntie Katie and Mrs. Jenny.  The chef prepared chicken nuggets, veggie stix, pears and apples, and cookies.  I didn't want the party to be overly formal, so I decided to go for whimsical yet classic finger foods.  I will have better pictures up later.  As fortune would have it, my buddy's daddy took some pictures, so we are not stuck with Mommy's attempts for long.  (Sorry Mommy...you know I love you anyway!)