My Birthday Suit...for Daddy!

Happy Birthday Daddy!

It didn't seem right to make Daddy work on his birthday, so Mommy and I teamed up for today's blog. We were quite sneaky! I plan on making Daddy's day easy, so he can sit back and relax. I've asked Onyx if he would step up and take the role of primary caregiver for the day. He graciously agreed, but there were a few stipulations:

1. drop as much food from my highchair as possible

2. play tug of war and fetch

3. let him take a 5 hour nap

So Daddy, kick your feet up (you don't do it enough) and relax for the day, Onyx and I have it all under control.

Now, Daddy is about 10, 950 days older than I am, so it makes sense that he is wiser than I. For all of you that are not as mathematically inclined, that's 30 years. (At least Mommy thinks that's right, lets just say I didn't get my math skills from her.) My Dad is top notch, the best of the best. I wouldn't be so perfect if it weren't for him. He does deal with me all day and believe me, sometimes those days can be long. Although, somehow he makes it look easy.

Dada, I hope to shower you with gifts today, figuratively speaking of course, dish out lots of goofy smiles and giggles just for you and I'll even take extra long naps. When I do wake up though, I will be ready to party. Get my maracas and drum, pump up the music, and lets rock...I'm all about celebrating you today. Mommy helped me practice my rock star look, see how excited I am...

You are the best Dada, I love you! Have a very happy and memorable 30th birthday! That's pretty old, so if you can't remember I'll try to help you out.

Have a great weekend!

Matthew Crockett

I woke up early and on the wrong side of the crib this morning. Don't worry, Mommy, I feel much better now but I'll need a nap very soon. Let's make it easy and role some footage from yesterday. Turn up the volume so you can hear the music!

Feel the Burn

This morning's workout was really tough. I finished the session by walking with my hands held way over my head by my personal trainer. My trainer has no mercy. It’s push, push, push, and then, “have a protein shake and take a nap so you can be fresh for your next workout.” Nevertheless, if this is what it takes to learn to walk, then I'm willing to go that extra mile. If afterwards I don't feel the burn, spit up, and yearn to take a nap right on the floor, I'm not working hard enough. If the workout was successful, I finally get my senses back and the room stops spinning. Stretching after a workout is important and that's why I stretch my whole body on the end table. Notice the hand placement when coming down from the stretch. That's to keep me from falling. I learned to avert disaster by flirting with it (and by falling and knocking my head a bunch of times). Can I stand at the end table? Of course- just ask the pictures on top who find themselves falling to the ground sometimes. They are at my mercy.

Now that I have all these little cousins being born and in the works, I really have to learn to be tough, quick, and aggressive. They may be little ankle biters now, but they will probably be bigger than I will some time soon. I have to be ready.

Speaking of ankle biters, my newest cousin’s name is spelled ‘Payton’ with an ‘a.’ Also, one of my production guys must have used a fill-in picture for Payton yesterday because we didn’t have one yet. So who was I looking at? Who knows, but I’m a good actor, aren’t I? Anyway… my sincerest apologies. Thank you, Cousin “Auntie” Sarah, for noticing, and congratulations on being a new aunt! Please check the updated posting below.  There you will also find a picture of the real Ostie G2.

Ostie G2

I have a new baby cousin! Her name is Payton Rose ________, a.k.a. Ostie G2. She was born yesterday, January 4th, and weighed 8 pounds, 1 ounce. Congratulations, Cousin Deliverer (formerly known as Cousin Expecting) and Cousin Muscles. Daddy printed out a picture that I'm supposed to pretend is of Payton for me to look at. She is very cute and I'm looking forward to some good times together. I think I'll fold the picture up and take it to story time so I can show all my friends.  Maybe they'll know who the picture is of.

I’ve only been around for nine months so I don’t have any great words of advice to give to my new cousin. However, I do have one message for you, Payton. Some day you will have to make a very important decision. It’s a decision that will affect the rest of your life. My only hope is that when it comes time to make this choice, even if you don’t choose to follow the Red Sox, that you will NOT be a Yankees fan. That is all.

Snowed In

Happy New Year! The picture above was taken this morning and is of me sitting on top of a bunch of snow. I was allotted three minutes of outdoor playtime for the day. My time outside is restricted due to the low temperature. Mommy doesn't want my beautiful and pristine face to be damaged in any way by the elements. Yesterday it was 10 degrees but the weatherman said it "feels like negative seven." I'm not sure what that means. Anyway, there's all this awesome snow outside and I'm stuck inside. It's as if I'm trapped in a bubble or behind glass. I'd even love to help with the shoveling. Instead, I had to supervise from the inside. Hey, Daddy, you missed a spot!

On New Year's Day, Daddy and I watched a football game. I need to get up very close to the TV in order to take in all the action because we don't have high definition. Football is very exciting: it kept my attention for a record four minutes. I'm also wearing my new clothing line called "Matthew," by Matthew. Now, when the chicks check out my posterior, they'll also know my name. Note to self: Add my cell number underneath the name. 

Also this past weekend, my hair stylist (Mommy) and I worked on some new looks while I was in the bathtub. You may notice in the second picture that I have a battle scar on my left cheek. The other day I was just minding my own business and learning to stand up when all of the sudden I fell and was attacked by a large wicker basket. I was known as "scar face" around the house. It makes me look tough, but the scratch is almost gone. So where was I? Oh, yes, the hairstyles… which one do you like best? Text your vote (1, 2, or 3) to 239487.  Only 99 cents per text message.