Burnin' Up

I was going to talk about how great the weekend was - we went to TWO parties, went out to eat, had some friends over for dinner and got a NEW CAR.

But, I'm sick.

Got a big fever. Triple digits. Daddy took me to the doctor and she said I have a virus.

However, I'm not going to turn this post into some pity party, so we are going to concentrate on the GOOD things about being sick.

First off, Daddy lets me do pretty much whatever I want. I don't think I've heard the word "no" since the first time he took my temperature. It's like being at Grandma's.

Second, I get control of the remote. I can just tell Daddy what I want to watch and he makes it happen.

Third, I get to eat whatever I want for dinner - no questions asked - and I get to do it downstairs. Tonight I had a plate full of crackers and raspberries while watching horsies on TV. And I got both juice AND milk. Score!!

You gotta look on the bright side.

Checkin' Up

Went to the hospital with Mommy again today. I'm getting a little worried.

Her belly keeps getting swollen. I think she got it from somebody, cuz the doctor keeps talking about some kid that is making her like that.

If I find out what kid is making my Mommy sick, I'm gonna torment it for like 16 years or something.

Class Dismissed

Today was the last day of Kindermusik for the summer. Just when I was getting used to the new class with the new teacher and the new kids, poof. It's done.

But the good news is that Daddy said we can take Kindermusik again in the fall, and it will be with my old class and my old friends and my old teacher. That will be pretty cool. Cuz nothing against this new kids, but they were a little wild.

I'm certainly not going to miss that one kid with the Supercuts-style bowl haircut, the made-up trendy name and the hands-on approach. He's the kind of spoiled punk that makes anxious to get old enough to beat somebody up.

Then again, with a name like "Hazen" I'm sure he'll get beat up plenty without me joining the party.

Weekend Recovery

Whoa... now I know how Daddy felt when he came back from Bonnaroo.

So last weekend we went back to Grandma and Grandpa's house. But it wasn't a normal-type weekend. It seemed like the whole town was partying.

The coolest thing was the parade. It's like all the cars are decorated and stuff, and there are bands and horses and... best of all... they are ALL THROWING YOU CANDY. I'm hoping to go down by the street today and see if any of the cars going past our house will throw me some.

Then there was a big party in the park with food and stuff, but I just wanted to swing.

And, of course, we had to hit the pool. I got to go down the slide, and I got to watch Daddy go down the big slide too. He also went off the high board.

Hopefully I will get my grace and coordination from Mommy.

Once we got home, it was time to recover. I slept all the way til 9:45 this morning. And then had a LOOOONG nap in the afternoon too.

Spellbound

Ooooo.... Aaaahh

Big weekend, eh? Rumor has it there will be barbuques, fireworks, parades, carnival rides, concerts, visits from Grandma and Grandpa.

I'm pretty excited.

I can't believe they are all doing this for Daddy's Birthday.

Fun 'n Games

So I've discoverd a really fun new game. I just made it up and it's all the rage. It's called "Daddy Say Uhhhggg".

The rules are simple. First, have Daddy lay on his back, then you say "Daddy say UHHHGGG" and slam both of your hands on his stomach. And when you do, he says "UHHHGGG".

As you can imagine, it's really fun. Only problem is getting Daddy to play with me. He doesn't seem to want to play anymore, so I have to sneak up on him and break out a spontaneous game.