Merry Christmas

Mum and Dad keep yelling “group hug!” and then I get smushed between them and they start kissing me and stuff. This picture was taken after one of those.

Christmas is this weekend, but to tell you the truth, I’m more excited for the Bears-Packers game.

Happy Birthday to Me!

Boy, did that year ever fly by. It seems like only yesterday when Mum and Dad would run into my room every twenty minutes and stick their ear into my face to make sure I was still breathing.

Children grow up so fast. Look at me in this photo. I picked out my outfit, ordered my own entree, and I have Mum wrapped around my finger, opening all my presents for me.

I got some new slippers, a spinning top, and some cool pop up books.

Behold the Power of Cheese

The cheese section at Wegman's is my favorite place in the store. Whether it is a lovely and ripe Camembert from Normandy or a smooth and rich Sainte-Maure Ash from the Touraine, I am always on the lookout for great cheese.

Wasn't I surprised when I found a cheese section at the Wegman's store in the Children's Museum downtown. I spent the whole afternoon there. I mean, just look at that lovely and plump Provolone, and the irresistible Gouda. But to my horror, kids were picking them up and throwing them around!

Mum quickly told me that it wasn't real cheese. Then I was just confused.

Chilly Chilis

Dad pulled all the chili plants from the garden right before it snowed and hung them upside down in the basement. They were there for a few weeks until they dried out, but almost froze because it is so cold down there. Then he pulled the chilis off the plants and put them all in a container. Whenever I get near that container he totally freaks out. Actually, I think Mum hid the container somewhere.

I don't know why he did it. How are Mum and Dad going to eat about a thousand dried chilis? It's not like I'm going to eat them. I only eat food that is white.

Francis Scott Key

I was helping Uncle Rob study for his citizenship test when he visited. I thought many of the questions were irrelevant, like, "Who wrote the Star Spangled Banner?" I mean, does that really make you a good citizen if you know that it was Francis Scott Key? Shouldn't they be asking more pertinent questions, like, I don't know, about the Bill of Rights?

The drink in his mug smelled funny.

Little Turkey

Here I am about to body slam our Thanksgiving turkey, right before Mum grabbed me from behind.

Dad kept calling me his "little turkey" all weekend. "Come here you little turkey! Peek-a-boo little turkey!" I'm not that little anymore, though. I outweighed it by like 7 pounds.

Missed the Train

We went to the Science Museum over the weekend. They have a train there, and rides are 50 cents. But I didn't get to take a ride because Dad didn't want to break a ten. So I watched all the other kids ride.