Brama, Poppers, Uncle Bret all came over, and we all went out for breakfast to my favorite restaurant, the Flight Deck. We had to wait a bit since it was unusually crowded, but the food was yummy as always, and I was pretty happy just walking around outside with Poppers and Uncle Bret.
When we got back home, I opened lots of presents and we had birthday brownies. I think I’m gonna like being four!
I like to go out to eat. Sometimes I behave well. Sometimes I don’t. This one time, a few months ago, when I wasn’t behaving as well as I could, Mom and Dad got a big laugh out of the fortune from my yummy cookie:
Don’t underestimate yourself. Your social skills are needed by others at this time.
I like my papa, but hey, come on, he’s no Jobe-unh. Jobe-unh is my big brother, and he rocks! Just yesterday I was getting up from my nap, and papa said, “I’m right here.” But I wasn’t interested. All I could do is yell for my Jobe-unh.
Now today was even more exciting because I discovered the hallway closet. I already know how to open doors, including those ones with the so-called “child-proof” handles. I’m not sure that Mom and Dad are very exciting about that, but I’m also not sure that I care. There’s so much to see and so much to do!
[To my cousin who a few months back wondered why I don't have my own blog I'd like to say, "Hi Jessica!"]
In case anyone missed the news, I went ahead and became a big brother on June 10. My sister Elisha is a very cute baby, and I like to pat her head, hold her hands, and kiss her feet. Mom and Dad even let me hold her when I ask to, though I notice they don’t quite move their hands away while this is going on. It’s OK, I don’t want to hold her that long.
So far I’ve not really been jealous of her or anything. I’m too busy doin’ my thing—and trust me, my thing needs doin’—for me to get caught up in childish headgames. For now, I’m plenty content that there are a lot of things I can do as a big kid that she can’t do as a baby. Was I really that small once? Nah.
We went camping with Dennis and Maria at Beverly Beach State Park over the weekend. I liked the beach and enjoyed camping out. Dennis juggled a lot for me and took me on several walks which I really enjoyed. Elisha was pretty noisy, but she slept through the night better than I did. In the early morning, I had to wake up Papa—repeatedly—to get him to hold hands with me. I don’t see what the big deal was about that. I mean his sleeping bag was right next to mine. He didn’t seem too thrilled to be awoken before sunrise, but I noticed that he still held hands with me. Good guy, that Papa.
Mom’s been really busy what with the start of school and all. Some days I really wish she could stay home, but it’s been great to go out to school in the afternoon to see her and to watch all the football, soccer, and volleyball games going on. It’s all very exciting, and I enjoy it very much.
I have discovered that it is fun to manufacture tragedy. I will run along, intentionally plop onto the ground, then let everyone in the vicinity know that I’ve been stricken by the most unimaginable calamity. “Oh no! Fall down!” I’ll say in all earnestness. A wave of concern must undoubtedly spring forward in their consciousness, after which I feel free to get up and run around some more (and repeat the process).
I can’t help but think that people are incredibly impressed with how capably I overcome life’s obstacles. I know I am.
All this grandpa and grandma stuff is so confusing. Whenever a relative comes over I have to figure out who’s related to whom, and sometime I think it’s better to take the easy way out. Hence Grandpa Ed tonight became “Poppers,” which is much easier to say and leads to no confusion (on my part anyway) whatsoever.
I’m still unclear on why Mom, Dad, and “Poppers” found this so amusing. It makes perfect sense to me. I mean, if my Dad is Papa, then wouldn’t his dad be Poppers? What’s wrong with everybody that I’m the only one who gets this?
Dad used a program called Comic Life to create a comic of me in all my glory. You can be the judge if he did me justice. View my Comics page.
If nothing I else, I hope you’ll agree with the conclusion of my first comic: “I rock!”
At long last visual evidence of my January through March 2005 exploits can be found online in my Gallery. Be sure to check them out.
In other news, Mom and I went to a Seniors v. Staff basketball game tonight. I had fun playing with a basketball in the corridor, and, after the game, going to the dance in the cafeteria. I busted a few moves to Billie Jean, but I got shy when a high school girl asked me to dance. Or maybe I was playing hard to get. I’m not telling.
Last Thursday, I got to celebrate my 2 year birthday with Grandmas Liz and Carole and Grandpa Ed (along with Mom and Dad, of course). I got all kinds of neat presents, and I got to blow out the candles on my cupcake. Twice!
On Sunday, family friends Jim, Terri, Joe, Carol, and baby Ella came to wish me a happy birthday as well. I like being two!
Dad had to upgrade my weblog to MovableType 3.1 because a bunch of no-name losers spammed my comments section.
[Dad's take: If you don't think we need better federal legislation than Ron Wyden's comically inept anti-spam law, try this: Spammers have littered the blog of my two year-old with ads for online poker and penile enlargement.]