Mommy's Little Superhero

Do you see the awesome shiner I have near my eye?  I obtained it last night while attempting to leap onto an 80-count diaper box in a single bound.  I already have bruises on my shins and knees.  These markings of a true tough guy are only the beginning.  I'll soon be walking on a regular basis, allowing me to enter a new world of discovery and bruising.  Last night Mommy dressed me in dinosaur superhero pajamas and now I feel like a superhero myself.  Unfortunately, there wasn't much action this morning and no one needed saving.  I was ready for anything anyway, donning my cape and ready to walk, fly, and pounce on whatever stood in the way of justice.

Sorry I missed you this morning, Mommy, but we superheroes do need some extra sleep sometimes.  I love you, Mommy.  Have a great day and don't let anyone push you around.  If they do, you know who to call.

My First Steps

And as promised: the theatrical version...

Personal Day

I'm taking the day off today. Mommy is not working and I typically tailor my schedule to follow hers. Besides, I've got some recovering to do after a typical, sleep and routine altering weekend. I plan to just sit back, enjoy my bottle, and take a little siesta. Enjoy your Monday.

30

Good day, Mommy.  I'm warming up your birthday seat for you.  The sign is up and we will be ready to take your picture underneath it on Sunday when it's your birthday.  I can't believe you're about to have your 30th birthday celebration.  I've only been through one myself and I'm still recovering from it.  I was planning to make you a train cake as you did for my birthday, but Daddy said trains aren't your "thing" like they are for a little boy and that I'd have to make a really long train just to hold all those candles.

I know you're not looking forward to the end of your 20's.  Perhaps I can help stall 30 from coming so fast.  Between Onyx and I, I'm willing to bet that we can scare off the Great Birthday Bird.  Onyx has a mean bark and I have a mean bite (as illustrated by the bloody marks I've been leaving on your and Daddy's shoulders).  Now, let me see what I can do with 30.

I don't know, Mommy.  Thirty is coming to get you and my efforts to stop it appear to be futile.  I tried to eat 30 but Daddy wouldn't let me.  Don't worry though- 30's just a number.  Maybe if we pretend that 30 is not around it will go away.  I think that's a great idea if I do say so myself.  I'll start the ignorance by taking the sign down.

We're still going to have a lot of fun on Sunday, Mommy.  I can't wait.  So, you and everyone else...

Have a great weekend!

200

Welcome to my 200th blog post! I'm glad you could join me. In today's episode, I attempt to fly:

Blasted! Why can't I get off the floor? I don't know what happened. I should be flying and swooping all around town right now. Instead, I'm stuck with all of you regular folk (no offense) here on the ground. I've been double and triple checking my calculations for months. This should have worked. Wait a minute... I just realized I plugged my weight in as less than 20 pounds and yesterday I weighed in at 20 pounds, 10 ounces at the doctor. How could I make such a silly mistake and not realize how quickly I'm getting to be a big boy? Well, it's back to the drawing board.

My doctor appointment went very well yesterday except for those two shots they gave me. I am 29-3/4 inches in height. That's right: I'm one-quarter of an inch short of 30 inches, a mark that every baby and toddler aims for. It's a little frustrating. I mean, I'm not short, but I'd like to be able to say to the girls at story time, "Hey, notice anything different? That's right, I'm 30 inches tall." Then they'll "goo" and "ga" and I'll have more girls to kiss. Hmmm... I wonder if I can pick up some elevated shoes on our way to the library. It's worth a try.