On to Victory!

 I hope you liked my video.  I realize mommy played a large role in it, but I think it's still evident that I am the star.  I only hope this can help Romney win!  Maybe I'll be a politician myself.  "MLS for President!  MLS for America's bright future!"  Nah.  Too much time away from mommy...and politicians have to shake germy hands and kiss babies.  And believe me I do NOT want to go kissing any babies because I know the kinds of things they put in their mouths and all over their faces.   Not me of course, but some less mature individuals... And Mr. Romney, if you should win and decide to come visit me to make me a member of your cabinet to show your appreciation to me for my support, please don't kiss me.  A manly handshake will do.  As we look to Nov. 6, I raise my glass (of water) to you.  Here's to victory!

My hand is blurry because when I accidentally threw my glass when I raised it....

Do the Bright Thing

 Well folks here it is, my very first political video. Because it is my first foray into politics, I have allowed mommy to work the camera and handle the questions.  My answers are purely my own opinion, and no babies were coerced, egged on, or given rewards for right answers (bummer) during the filming of this video.

Political Baby

Faux-Hawkin' It

So what do you think?  James Bond meets David Beckham?  You're right...I'm way more striking than either of those guys.  James who?  This look says, "I have arrived....let the party begin."  The party I wore this to happened to be church nursery.  Are you laughing?  Seriously?  Do you have any idea how wild we can get in there?  I mean one guy was knocking down buildings, another trampled on my hand, and yet another was demolishing Tonkas and Hot Wheels like he was King Kong or something!  Oh yes, nursery can get crazy.  And of course they were all asking me about my latest look, and I let them in on my secret, so I suppose I'll tell you too....the right mousse is critical, but it's really all in the attitude.  Do you think I could pull this thing off if I weren't the cool, confident, independent guy I am?  Please..... 

Hot Stuff

    It’s official…mommy is never ever ever allowed to go shopping for my clothes without my permission ever again! We went to purchase some winter items yesterday, and I just wasn’t feeling up to shopping. So I didn’t really pay attention to the things she was putting in the buggy….behold Exhibit A:

Ok first of all, red is not my color. Second of all, even though I am “Hot Stuff”, and one might even call me the pepper that adds spice to mommy and daddy’s lives, I would never be so crass as to display this truth on my chest (by choice). * “But you look so adorable in it!” Yes Mommy but that’s only because I look adorable in anything!* This is almost as bad as taking my pictures while I’m in nothing but a diaper. Just because I have an adorable bum doesn’t mean the world needs to see it! Oh mommy….

Attention Hog

 I think that parents sometimes get tired of their kids getting all the attention.  And I don't blame them....I mean how would I feel if I was a grown man, and when I walked into a room people completely ignored me, opting instead to say hi to my adorable child?  I would probably think, "Geez I have an interesting job and a high IQ, not to mention being excruiciatingly stylish and handsome, and these people would rather talk to my infant son?"  (Of course that's assuming my "infant son" will not be nearly so amazing as I am right now....it is completely understandable for people to favor me over Mommy or Daddy, but I'm talking about regular babies...)  I'm going to start an experiment of "blending".  I think that if Mommy or Daddy always let me ride in the harness when we go out, facing backwards unfortunately, people initialy will not be able to see my charming face, forcing them to look at and greet Mommy and/or Daddy instead.  And maybe after days (or weeks or months...maybe even years) of this, people will realize that my parents are pretty cool (for grown-ups) and want to talk to them on a regular basis.  True, they'll never have my dazzling wit or heart-melting dimple (that's right....one dimple is all I need!), but they are unique individuals nonetheless.  Oh dear especially in this picture down here...I'm so sorry I don't know what Mommy was doing...she's really not that weird all the time.... 

Perfect Gentleman

Ok so this isn't a very good example of my
gentlemanliness...I must have dozed off from
the sheer exhaustion of being so vigilant
regarding mommy's safety and well-being.

    You'd think that some one who had been in the world for 24 years would have a lot more experience being a gentleman than some one who's only had 8 months to practice.  But alas, that is not always the case.  Take today for example.  Daddy surprised us by coming home early.  Mommy was of course thrilled when he agreed to let me take them on a walk.  So here we are, walking down the road, and we come to a crosswalk.  Now don't think that I jumped the gun....I waited for daddy to take mommy's arm and escort her across the street.  But he never did!  I had to jump in and reach for her arm before she tripped over the curb (because as any good gentleman knows, a woman is liable to trip over a great big curb if a man doesn't take her arm and help her take that step down).  And let me just say, I looked good.  My Neal Caffrey/Panama Jack hat on my head and a pretty girl on my arm....this is why God created beautiful sunny days.  I scolded daddy furiously afterwards; he was thoroughly chagrined.  Let this be a lesson to all you other daddies out there, who should seek the title of "gentleman".

Thieving Varmit

   So this is how she repays me.  I give her love, attention, affection....I even yank out all her superfluous hairs to help her out.  And she steals my food.  She takes food from the "mouths of babes".  Well at least from the hand of this babe.  Here I was, innocently eating my rice rusk.  And I lift the last, tiny bite into the air in triumph, to show Mommy how quickly I devoured the rest, and as I raise the crumb aloft, Daisy pounces off the couch and snatches it from my grasp.  Oh the shame...I can't even defend a crumb from a dog.  How will I ever defend Mommy or my future siblings?  How can I ever have confidence in myself again?  How can Daddy trust me to take care of things when he is away on rotations one day?  Just wait Daisy...just you wait.  This day, you have stolen not just my rice rusk, but my pride and confidence.  One day, I will steal all your hairs, even the ones you need, until you are left hairless and ashamed before all your little doggie companions.  I shall avenge myself!

Sick Revenge

     I've been dealing with a cold for four days now thanks to Mommy and Daddy.  They claim it's not their fault, but here's my theory....I am not allowed to drive.  I am not allowed to take a jog down to the coffee shop by myself.  I am not allowed to take myself to MOPS group to see my peeps.  Therefore I can not take myself anywhere that I could have possibly picked up germs, so it can not possibly be my fault that I was sick, which means it must be Mommy or Daddy's fault for taking me somewhere that had sick germs right?  But wait it gets better. 
      Not only did they allow me to get sick, they were also going to go on a date tonight WITHOUT ME!  Can you believe that?!  I'm the life of the party!  I'm the reason dates are so awesome!  On top of that, they were going to a MOPS fundraiser.  Mommy wouldn't even get to be in MOPS without me!  I am her ticket in!  But no..."Oh MLS you're going to stay at your buddy's house and have so much fun you won't even realize we're gone."  Ha!  You'll just be enjoying an awesome Mexican meal without me, but no I won't sit and brood about it and dwell on it and have it gnaw away at me til I can't stand it.....For revenge, I wiped my snotty face all over Mommy's cheek, and then I coughed in her face.  Now I am almost over my illness, but Mommy's seems to have "mysteriously" developed a sore throat and lost her voice....needless to say she will not be going out tonight. :)
   Ok so maybe I feel a little bad that I made Mommy sick....ok I feel terrible.  I'm a sensitive guy at heart, a heart that is breaking to see Mommy like this.  But don't worry.  All she needs is a sweet, adorable, loving baby to take care of her and force her to stay active and she'll be better in no time!  Sounds like I'm just the man for the job!  *Mommy!  Come back here and finish this orange juice right NOW young lady!*