Playing Dumb

Sure, I think I'm pretty smart.  At least Mommy tells me that I am.  Lately I've been working on pointing to different body parts.  I can identify my mouth, teeth and belly to a 98% accuracy and my nose, ears and hair to a 90% accuracy.  I'd show you what I mean but I don't feel like it.  That's because I'm getting a little tired of that video camera.   It's rare that you'll see me without also seeing a video or still camera turned on and focused on me.  Wherever I go, they seem to follow.  It's getting annoying.  I have to admit that the cameras were quite a novelty for the first year or so of my life but now the thrill is not always there.  However, I realize that the cameramen are not going to go away.  Instead, I'll just have to have fun my own way and at the expense of the cameras.  Here's what I mean (taken during dinner last night):

Did you see that?  Please tell me I'm funny (Mommy requests that of Daddy all the time).  Instead of pointing to my nose, which I had just done before the camera was turned on, I acted as if I was saying, "Nose?  What's a nose?"  I am funny.

Oh, and before I forget-

Happy Birthday Cousin Marcy!  I'm wearing my infamous but censored birthday suit for you.  Here, have a ball!

Superman's Weekend Off

Even Superman needs a break sometimes.  He can't always be fighting crime and saving the world.  Just picture this:  He comes home late some Friday night after a long week of busting the evil geniuses of the world.  He's so tired, and even though he's Superman, he manages to remove only his pants before flopping in his bed.  He wakes up the next morning refreshed and pants-less, but he's way behind in his household chores, his dog needs some attention, and he just needs some "me" playtime with his toy gorilla and to play some ball.  And yes, the theme music follows him everywhere.

I think I know how he feels.  I need one more weekend like this.

I hope you find your own catch up and "me" time so that you too can...

Have a great weekend!

Taco, Taco Man

Hola muchachos!  Me llamo Mateo.  I'm learning to speak Spanish after eating my first taco.  I thoroughly enjoyed it and look forward to mucho mas.  It was a muy messy experience, but I don't have to clean anything up so I'm okay with it.  It's nice being young like me because there's always a totally nueva experiencia (and in this case, food) right around the corner.

Hasta mañana!

Tetherball

Note to future self: Hi, Matthew, it is I, Matthew. I am the younger you. I'm assuming the Internet didn't burn down or anything. I guess you wouldn't be reading this if it did. Anyway, if you're looking back years from now and are a sports star with quick reflexes and fast hands then you probably have this contraption to thank. Otherwise, you may still be a little dizzy and have a small amount of resentment towards Daddy (you probably refer to him as 'Dad' now) and his "It's never too early to start his training" thing. In addition, in case you can't remember why you were getting up so slowly, it's because you had a "live" load in your diaper. I hope you are doing well. That is all for now.

"Ba-Ooo"

It was Spring-cleaning time in my household this past weekend.  In other words, it was time for Mommy to go through her piles of stuff and for Daddy to rearrange the furniture in order to find and capture the clumped dog hair that throughout the year was inadvertently swept underneath and into every single unexposed portion of the house.  I helped Daddy vacuum, or "ba-ooo," as I like to say.  Mommy said I looked like Daddy's Mini-Me.  He sure likes to vacuum and I can see why.  It makes a wonderfully loud noise and it has a special power over Onyx and his hair.

Onyx doesn't do much to help but at least he respects the vacuum and keeps a certain distance from it.  Maybe someday I can run the electrical vacuum myself.  In the meantime, I'm perfectly content with my old school popper ba-ooo.