Man-Time

   Daddy took me to my first football game last night, and it was so awesome I slept through the entire game!  (In case you didn't catch that, the part about the game being awesome was indeed sarcastic.)  First of all, it wasn't Auburn football.  Second of all, who decided that tight, butt clinging pants were acceptable for men to wear when playing a supposedly manly sport?  Nothing is manly when done in tights!  I don't care if you call them pants, they're tights.  Forgive me if I would rather sleep than watch a bunch of grown men run around a field in girly outfits, pretending that throwing a ball really far and tackling the other guys really hard makes wearing said outfit less humiliating.  But that's ok guys, tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night. 
   The highlight of the night was most definately the fact that I got to spend it with daddy.  I did not receive my root beer or my turkey leg (dang you mommy!), but daddy fed me spinach, pea, and pear puree, so I guess that makes it ok....

Bundle Up!

  Ok people, it's COLD.  I don't mean a little chilly or slightly cool, I mean COLD. But I would be fine, were it only cold in temperature.  It's not that.  It's the icy, biting, fierce, brutal, bone-chilling wind.  I don't know what the wind is like everywhere else, but here it really does go straight through your body.  I supposed I'm more porous than I thought.  So to combat this cold snap, I have found a strikingly adorable blue bear bunting.  When looking for clothes, it is important that they be both functional and fashionable, and I feel that this bunting has it all.  It says, "I'm the cutest thing you've ever seen," and "Back off wind this kid's mine!"  I says it pretty loudly too, and with this hood on it kind of reverberates on my ear drums....
   And tonight this suit shall come in extra-handy...I'm going to my first football game!  WHOOOOO!!!!  So excited.  I'm going to eat fried turkey legs and drink root beer! *What mommy?  No root beer? What about the turkey leg?  NO TURKEY LEG EITHER?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!  You know what mommy, you are really cramping my man-style.*

A Tragic Day

  Well folks, it seems that all my pleading for people to do the right thing was to no avail.  I cried for a while, hiding under my excersaucer, but I'm feeling better now.  Mommy said that God is something called "sovereign", which she said means He is in control of everything, so she said that even though we can't possibly understand why, Obama is supposed to be President right now.  She said that God is a King, which makes Him more powerful than a mere President.  So do not fear everyone, no matter what happens, those of you in Christ are spiritually protected, regardless of what may happen to your earthly bodies under any President's term.  I'm quoting mommy greatly here, because I really don't understand much about God just yet.  But I'm learning everyday!  For example, yesterday I learned that God created something called "gravity", and no matter how many times I throw the book off of the rocking chair, it will always fall down!  I tried 12 different books - all the same results.  I find it highly amusing. I may need to do it again today for a few hours....it's good therapy for my sad and frustrated little heart.

Vote vote vote!!

   The time has finally come.  Today is the day we vote to put America back on track!  Although actually I'm not sure it ever was "on-track" as it were, but at least we can get it in the general vicinity of the tracks.  Of course what good is it being near the tracks if you aren't on them, because obviously you can't get anywhere, but perhaps if we move closer and closer to the tracks every 4 years, eventually we'll be close enough to kind of fall onto the tracks, and slowly be dragged along until we're stable enough to actualy center ourselves on the tracks.  Now sing with me, to the tune of "I've Been Working on the Railroad":

We've been working on America,
all the live-long day.
We've been working on America,
since 1778.  (*Side-note - I'm pretty sure the first two years were just mass chaos so they don't count.  Besides, it rhymed.)
Can't you see our doom is coming,
if our President we don't exchange.
Vote to get rid of Obama.
We don't like his "Change"!

Weekend Warriors

      What does two whole days + mommy + daddy + no studying allowed + the most adorable baby in the world equal?  Greatest. Weekend. Ever.  I took daddy to bible study, on a very very very long walk, out to dinner, got my new foster brother or sister's room ready, and as an amazing ending, I stood up!  Daddy was laying on the floor playing with me, and I used him as leverage to pull myself up!  I know what you're thinking...."What a guy!"  Yes.  I know. 
       I can't wait for my new foster brother or sister to come!  Mommy said it may be another couple months still, but that we've done everything we need to; we have to wait on a bunch of other places to return paperwork to the foster care people.  They are pretty much researching everything about our past, present and future. But I'm not the one holding everything up; I've only been here 9 months.  It's mommy and daddy's billions of years that are taking so long!  I'm glad I'll never be that old.  I hear you can stop at whatever age you want when you're a grown-up.  I know it's true because I've seen women that have to be at least 45 tell people when asked their age, "Oh I'm 36."  That's funny....you were 36 last year, and the year before that, and the year before that....

Try and Stop Me Now!

   I feel it is now time to officially break the news....I am a crawling fiend!  I crawl here, I crawl there, I crawl up and down the stairs (ok not really....but it rhymed).  I crawl over, I crawl under, fast as lightning, loud as thunder! (because I'm so excited!).  I'm like a spider-monkey.  Or even better, a pirate-monkey!  I crawl around, plundering and pillaging whatever I find.  Arrrrrg! 
      One thing I don't understand....now that I can go where I please, mommy keeps trying to hinder me from doing that!  I mean if you don't want me to play with all those books and movies on the bottom shelf, why are they there?  And if I shouldn't eat that piece of lint on the floor, why haven't you vacuumed it up?  I know I know - "I can't vacuum every day!  And there's no where else to put those books."  Blah blah blah. 

High Standards

    I have just spent the last 8 hours helping mommy clean.  I'm exhausted!  I can't believe I cleaned that long!  Mommy just kind of wandered the house trying to look productive, but I had to do everything.  It probably would have only taken maybe three hours, but I have very high standards.  No dust, dirt, grime, or filth allowed on any surface, be it cloth, wood, enamel, tile, etc.  If a speck of anything resembling dirt is found, I take no responsibility....I've done my share. *"You call crawling around on the ground playing with a coaster cleaning?!"  Hush mommy!  I was buffing the floor and being a human lint roller!*  So sorry, you know how mommy likes to interject now and then.  I think I need a nice, long bubble bath, with some Epsom salt to ease my poor, aching muscles.  *No mommy!  I get to go first!  Turn that water off unless you're running it for me missy!* 

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....