Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Yikes!

I think I might have just played with the TV remote control for the last time ever! I was pressing the buttons hoping I could make the screen go all fuzzy and hiss at me. I finally found the right button, but then it started getting louder and louder AND LOUDER and my lips started to quiver and curve downwards....and my mom came running in to make it stop. But it was too late! I was SCARED!! I cried and cried until my mom let me look out the window.

Monday, December 18, 2006

Not all strangers are strange.



Mom and Dad passed me off to two new people recently. One was a man with a long white beard and a tacky red jumpsuit. He WAS strange and I didn't want to sit on his lap AT ALL. And you wouldn't believe it. Everyone just stood around taking pictures of my predicament as if it were a good idea. The second man I was handed to also had white hair (but much less of it) and he was wearing a black robe. He poured water on my head and told me I was now protected as God's child. That DID sound like a good idea so I let him carry me away from my mom and dad... all the way into the crowd of people and back without crying. All my grandparents, both aunties, uncle, mom and dad couldn't believe it.

A couple of days ago, my mom dropped me off at my grandparents house for some fun. Have you ever played hide and go seek with fishy crackers? You haven't lived until you've played this with your grandpa. My grandpa was hiding my food all over the house for me to find. I think he was eating them, too. That's ok, though. I share with anyone who plays with me. For now.

Time for me to go run, fall flat on my face, and cry again. One week until Christmas!

Friday, December 08, 2006

Fan of Tryptophan and Dog Food



I was pooped. This is me at our Thanksgiving dinner. Too many relatives and too much food. I'm tired just thinking about it, so I'll move on.

Yesterday my mom caught me sitting next to Henry's bowl of food with my fists buried deep in the kibble. When I looked up at her, she saw that my lips and cheeks were covered in dog food crumbs. She screamed "Dean, GROSS!!!" and picked me up and and tried to dislodge some of the food from my fists and shirt and lap by shaking me around (sort of like what I'm going to do to get my grandma's ornaments out of her Christmas tree). Then she put her fingers in my mouth (the injustice!!) and pulled it all out. Poor Henry. Dog food is yucky. My mom called my Grandfather and asked if I was going to live. He said I might grow a tail. I don't want a tail.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Christmas Love



It's Christmas season and we haven't even covered Thanksgiving yet! I have been too busy to sit down and tell you all my latest stories. (It takes time to chew on everything in sight...including drawer pulls in the kitchen.) So for the moment, I'll just spread some Christmas love. You can't see her face, but she's cute.