Daddy's Little Helper

Friday is here and that's a beautiful thing because that means Mommy will have the next two days off from work. Not only that, but Cousin Sarah is planning on coming to town tomorrow night. It's going to be awesome! The one problem with this weekend, though, is the cold in the forecast. We got a lot of snow last night but 13 degrees is too cold for baby per the parental units. So now, I'm stuck indoors. Why can't it be warm and snowing at the same time? I don't get it.

I hate to keep this posting short, but I have to go supervise (from inside the window) Daddy's shoveling. Then we have to prepare for Cousin Sarah's arrival. I think I’ll help out by reorganizing:

I just hope Daddy appreciates what a big help I am.

Have a great weekend!

Kissing

Hello there! Who me? I was... uhhhh... checking the durability of this carbon monoxide detector that's plugged into this wall. It's solid- no worries. Moving on...

Anyway, I'm a little confused about something. Every time I'm asked to kiss someone or something, it's followed by a laugh from whoever happens to be in the room. From what I've observed, this doesn't happen to anyone else when kissing someone. Do I look funny doing it? And why does my object of affection always wipe their face after I kiss them? Bear doesn't laugh or wipe his face afterwards. He deserves my standard open-mouth-with-tongue-slightly-sticking-out kiss:

My favorite person to kiss is of course Mommy, but even she laughs and wipes her face sometimes. Oh well. At least she thanks me and appreciates the kiss. Even Maxwell and friend, my two teeth, like Mommy. They like her so much that they enjoy biting her nose. Mommy will yell, after Maxwell and friend have locked onto their target, "Maxwell, behave!"

Okay, Mr. Photographer, I've had enough for one day. Give me that camera!

Twins

The strangest thing happened to me this morning after breakfast. I crawled out into the living room and noticed an opening in the floor. Upon a closer look, there appeared a handsome and charming baby boy, probably between the ages of 10 and 11 months. I tried getting to him and touching him but there was some invisible force field between us. He did everything I did and looked very much like me. He was even wearing the same PJ's I had on. Could he be who I think he is? Is this my...twin? I've always been suspicious of having a twin brother. Why is he trapped in the floor? Maybe Daddy can't handle two of me during the day and that's why my twin is kept behind the force field. I'll get you out, brother!

As you can see, I tried to break through with my drumstick. It didn't work. I thought a little kiss and some raspberries could get him going and he could get out himself. That didn't work either. That's when I freaked out. I crawled away, looked back, and he and the opening in the floor were covered with the carpet again. Perhaps he's in the basement. Mommy and Daddy go down there quite a bit but they never bring me. They say they’re doing “laundry.” Now I know what they’re really doing. They’re bringing baby brother my dirty clothes to wear. What a conspiracy!

Heads-Up

This picture was taken from this morning.

No, Mommy, you aren't imagining things. Yes, you did put me in a new outfit before you left for work. Unfortunately, I had a small but significant side blowout following breakfast. Everything is okay now (except for my "dirtied" onesie, shirt, pants and socks) and I have a different but equally studly outfit on.

I mentioned yesterday that I was testing some new products. Well, after I woke up from my nap yesterday I was given an older "new-to-me" toy for my own personal collection. I don't know what it's called, but it makes loud popping sounds, has wheels, and is therefore awesome. The toy, on one occasion, did attack me. Don't you hate when your new toys do that to you?

Have a good Tuesday and please watch your head.

Time to Make the Donuts

When I used to wake up at four or five AM every morning, I would hear Mommy get out of bed and say in a groggy, sleepy voice, "Time to make the donuts." I think this meant she had to prepare me for the day and herself for a day at work. Well now she's not the only who has to get up and get working. My agent has me working from the minute I'm awake. This morning started with filming a commercial for a taste test between a butter cracker, a graham cracker, and two kinds of puffs. My smile for the winner goes to the graham cracker. I also did some product durability testing for sippy-cups and high chairs. During all of this, I like to joke with the production crew. I want to make sure everyone does their job but also is having a good time. Then I eat something that's actually part of a nutritious breakfast. Finally, and like most other movie and TV stars, I get fussy until I have my bottle.

I'm not allowed to play and then take a nap until the director says, "Cut! That's a wrap." Finally...good-nap.