Little Old Me

Boy, was I good today. With the exception of needing a little rock-rock at 3:30am, I was a stellar child.

Woke up just before 6:30am, allowing mommy nearly 30 extra minutes of sleep (minus 15 minutes at 3:30am) than normal. She still begged, "Here's your milk, please sit here," and crawled back into bed while I chilled with Mr.Rogers. Luckily I woke up to miss that inane Teletubbies show. Who writes that crap? Clearly Mr. Rogers is the one with the brains - someone I can learn from. I'm going to marry him.

After the show I pitter-pattered (I purposely make the pitter-patter sound because I know how freaking cute it is) over to mommy's bed. Usually she's annoyed when I yank her out of bed by her hair, but this morning she was cheerful and didn't look nearly as ragged.

She "made" my breakfast: cheerios with sliced bananas. Real creative, mom. I could feed a third world country with the number of cheerios I've eaten. Wait, are those blueberries in your cereal mommy? Where's the love.

Then Harrison got up and was oddly cheerful as well. While he took an hour eating his breakfast, I held back torturing him with my razor-nails. The mellowness of the morning felt kinda nice and I didn't feel like starting a ruckus. Yet. Maybe after school.

After dropping H off at school we went to the grocery store. I always learn something there - usually what buttons to push to make mommy cry - but this morning I learned that mangoes don't make much noise when they hit the floor. Way less noise than the glass did when I broke it on the kitchen floor last night. Must try this experiment with melon next time. We did get more blueberries, so maybe mommy will share tomorrow morning.

At home I helped with laundry, then we were off to the park near our house. The stroller ride was particularly nice today because the sun was out but it wasn't too hot. A nice breeze blew my curls to and fro. I looked damn cute I must say.

For lunch I had leftover pork chops with a mashed potato/broccoli side. Did mommy add more salt? Somehow it tasted better than it did last night. Or maybe she put extra butter? Or maybe I was just starving since I wouldn't eat my snack at the park.

What a treat: Elmo's World is all about babies today! I just started saying "baby" last week, so here's my chance to shine. "Baby baby baby!" Oh look how proud mommy is. Sucker.

Naptime was pretty boring as usual. Dreamt about those animal crackers from last night. Why can't I have those flying dreams I keep hearing about? Maybe if I try falling asleep thinking about jumping off the jungle gym at the park, I'll end up dreaming about flying over to the swings. That would be awesome.

Woke up and did yet more laundry. Seriously mom, get a life.

Since Daddy flew someplace on an airplane (yeah, I know what those are, but I can't for the life of me imagine how he gets small enough to fit in one), mommy said we could have McDonald's for dinner. I sucked ketchup off of about 20 fries before I was full. Mommy tried to stuff some of those nasty nuggets into my mouth, but I'd rather chew on Harrison's lead-painted trains than ingest that poison.

Harrison and I tried our regular evening ritual of screaming and fighting until mommy loses it, but apparently she was prepared with Finding Nemo, a delightful and mesmerizing film about sea creatures who eat other baby sea creatures. And giant scuba monsters who steal fish children. That's as far as we got so I can't wait to see if there's a happy ending to this nightmare. Mommy promises it's THE BEST animated film ever made, so I'll give it a shot.

Had a relaxing bath with bro, then warm milk (gosh I miss those bottles) and stories. Not a bad life I guess. Maybe I'll let mommy sleep in again tomorrow. She might need it.