Food Adventures/Road Blocks

Hi. I really don't understand people's obsession with food. If it were up to me, I would just eat Goldfish crackers and corn puffs (off the floor, of course). But, Mommy and Daddy feel this is not appropriate nutrition. So, I decided to try my hand at a new food.

Raw potatoes! One day, Daddy noted I was very quiet and was in the kitchen. Daddy came in the kitchen to find me gnawing on these two raw potatoes. They sure were tasty. Daddy was a little worried about me eating them because he is allergic to raw potatoes. I know, a unique allergy, huh? So sad, too, because he loves potatoes. He has to depend on Mommy to peel and prepare them--Daddy is very independent, and it's very hard for him to depend on someone else to make the potatoes. Wow, that's tough, Daddy.

So anyway, the other day I was voluntarily eating my lunch, when out of nowhere this big, blue, fluffy thing comes up and tickles me. This is what happens when you are tickled by a big, blue, fluffy thing. Hopefully the thing (Mommy) has learned her lesson!

Stranger Danger

Wow, another snowy day. What should we do today, Mommy?

No, I don't think I want to play in the yard today. My face still hurts from last weekend's snowy escapade.

The mall? To see Santa? Are you serious? Uh, that includes bundling up and leaving the house. Plus, isn't Santa on the lamb? He is a felon, with all his breaking and entering, right? I remember all the stuff you say about stranger danger. Why doesn't this apply to Santa?

Yeah, I'm busy. I have a contest going at this time, I'm trying to see if I can fit this whole rattle in my mouth. I might make the Guinness Book of World Records. Oh, alright, Mommy. Quit your whining. We can go to the mall. Maybe it won't be so busy since it's snowing. Be sure to put the chains on the car tires. I'm trying to be positive about my Santa visit. It can't be all that bad. . . I vaguely remember last year.

Holy cow! What was I thinking! Where are the cops? To quote Jakie, "Helk, helk!" This guy is the scariest man I have ever seen! Get me out of here, Mommy! Why are you laughing your head off at me? I am traumatized, this is awful!

Mommy says: Poor AJ. We arrived at the mall only to find Santa on lunch break (supposedly feeding his reindeer) until 2 pm. We had 50 minutes to kill, so I walked around the whole mall with him, and the snow did keep most people away. He ate about 2 cups worth of Cheerios during this time, and he was pretty antsy--he wanted to run. We were the second people in line at 2 pm and we watched as infant twins had their photo taken with Santa. The boy twin started screaming instantly, and the girl twin sat and smiled. Then it was AJ's turn. He sat on Santa's lap and looked at him, looked at the photographer, then looked at me and started wailing. If you know AJ, he really doesn't cry that often unless he is really scared. He was scared silly. Poor guy. It took Mr. Blankie, Cheerios and lots of cuddles to calm him down. I still think it's pretty funny. Hopefully he won't remember this!

A Magical Night

Holy cow, did you see what grew in our living room overnight?

It's a huge spruce tree! Miss Kitty and Cashy must have planted a pinecone overnight. Mommy and Daddy were anxious to see my reaction to this tree. Apparently it is a tradition to have a tree up for Christmas and they are afraid I will try to climb said tree. They haven't put the lights up yet--that usually takes a few days to complete, I am told. They also told me that if I am good (what else am I?), Santa will come down the chimney and bring me presents on Christmas Eve while I am sleeping. I sure hope he knows how to move the couch out of the way of the fireplace. He must be strong. Shouldn't we be scared that a strange, bearded, strong man is breaking and entering into our house? Hmm, guess not.

Yeah, the tree is pretty boring. I like my CD player a lot more. My toys are much better than that prickly old tree. Green? That's so last year.

Miss Kitty loves the tree. Good. Then she'll stay away from my toys. No, Kitty, those are MY toys, Kitty! I'm not really into sharing. I'll make it a New Year's resolution. Maybe. . .

A Winter Wonderland of Fun!

Whew, what a whirlwind weekend. Aunties Beth and Brandy came up to visit me (just me) and were very entranced by the Guitar Hero game, as evidenced by this photo. This all happened, of course, while I was sleeping. I miss out on so much with those darn naps. As much as I try to convince Mommy and Daddy that my whining is actually me giving them compliments on their parenting skills, it doesn't stop the naps. Oh well. I'll keep trying.

This is what happens when I nap. It snowed! About 6 inches, I am told. Mommy and Daddy were so very excited to get me outside. They envisioned me running and playing in the snow, throwing it up and trying to eat it. Yeah, I don't think so. Sitting is so much easier. Plus, did you know snow is extremely cold?

Holy cow, look at all that white stuff. I sure am glad I am safe and sound, sitting here.

Wait, how did this happen? Mommy, why does Daddy have me in the sled-like contraption? We're heading for a sleigh ride? Okay, I'll try it.

I haven't quite figured out how to hang on. I'll just lay here until Daddy comes to get me.

My first sleigh ride.

Face planting in the snow is not suggested. I want to go inside, NOW!