Success!

The Ominscient Man in Red

I don't know how that fat old guy does it, but boy Santa seems to know me pretty well. We headed out to Santa's meet and greet for the third time as far as I can remember and I think he and I are really starting to develop a great repoir.

Thanks to a slow family in front of us, I got to spend some quality time with the old man. While waiting for the other family to pick up there stuff and go, Santa and I had a nice little chat, then I calmly sat on his lap and posed for the pictures. What amazed me the most was Santa gave me a sticker and coloring book - how did he know I liked stickers? How did he know that just the other day I filled up one of my other coloring books. Truly amazing. Then to top it off, he gave me my first Candy cane. Anothe success! How did he know I liked candy?

I'm excited for Christmas. Mom has me opening an advent calendar and I keep finding red and green M&M's inside. I like it so much and am so insistant to open each day, Dad is a little nervous for when December 26th rolls around and there aren't any doors to open.

A New Dawn

It has begun.

On the evening of December 12, a new era has approached us. For the first time in my life, I was going to spend the night not in my crib, but in my new bed. I was very excited; in fact, I could barely sit still. Shortly after completing my nightly three stories and tucking in, I realized that I, in fact, could easily get out of bed without the aid of Mom or Dad.

Oh, the fun as Mom and Dad struggled to contain my energy and put me back in bed. Try as they must, their efforts were futile and often met with the sounds of a tiny pitter-patter of my feet running down the hall, not unlike that of unseen monster from a horror movie folllowed up with the most evil cackle, no different than the most diabolical of Holllywood supervillains. With every capture, Mom and Dad would lay me back in my bed...but I would just confidently place my hands behind my head as they tucked me in, smiling and laughing. I was confident I could outlast them. Weary and frustrated, Mom and Dad threatened to make me sleep in my crib. Silly parents, this beast could no longer be caged. Just as quickly as they placed me in by crib, I demonstrated that I could now easily scale my way out of this 4 foot cell which used imprison me. No, this was my time.

Unable to to confine me to my bed or return me to my crib, a weary Mom and Dad were left with few options. But, nevertheless, I did eventually fall asleep. It took mom laying on the floor next to me preventing my escape until I, myself, would succumb to the exhaustion of a heavy day of working.

That's okay...I'll get plenty of rest and recharge, for tomorrow is another day.

Wear it, Doogie!

Remember back in the late 80s and early 90s there was tv show about a young prodigy who became a teenage doctor. My questions is...what took him so long? I'm only two and already successful in medicine (and alchemy when needed).

Unfortunately, my future medical profession is virtually obsolete given now even the average common man can now simply use the internet to accurately self-diagnose and cure any ailment.