Christmas list

A pretty simple wish list for Santa this year.

Flying through the air.

It's been awhile, sorry about that.  A lot of posts got half started or drafted but never completed.  Hopefully at some point Dad will get around to finishing those updates

Things have been crazy - so needless to say, had to get crazy this weekend:

Another similar run, from a different angle:

And of course, it wouldn't be complete without, the personal view of the run:

 

One of Dad's all time favorite photos - just a blur flying through air!

 

Next Employer

Today, I told Dad that I "want to work for Jabba the Hutt".

While shocked he was not as upset as when I told him that, "I like the Green Bay Packers, becuase they win."

Rebellion through Regression

One of my recent and common traits is to insist on crawling as a mode of transportation while yelling "Waaaa. I'm a baby!"

 

 

If I'm not crawling, I like to pretend I'm a bird hatching from my egg.

Hot Pizza

Making Pizza

 It's been a busy couple of weeks.   When it's not snowing, the now is melting.  I've accumulated quite the collection of Play Doh accessories however, to pass the time.  Since I'm still skeptical that Mom and Dad will remember to feed me on a daily basis, I decided to take matters into my own hands and spend the afternoon making pizzas.  I diligently rolled my pizza dough with mom, cooked it in my wood fire oven, and tried to keep dad from adding my snowman to the cooking sheet.

Play Doh Snowman



I'm Serious

Today I had an intense discussion with Dad regarding jokes and being serious. I easily determined anything that is funny or a wacky idea is a joke. The definition is "serious" however a little more difficult to grasp. Eventually I did figure it out - discussions about pickle cars is a joke; when Dad says I'm going to get a timeout for not behaving he's serious.

Upon grasping the definition my first statement was: "Dad, wipe my butt. I'm serious."

Seriously.

Basic Aeronautics

It's been awhile, but I've been busy. It all started the day before Thanksgiving when I came about three inches from undercutting a US Senator at Home Depot. From there it was a busy Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years. I had breakfast with Santa - in the middle of a blizzard with the power out. Over Christmas, I had my first play date with a friend from school.

Today I had my first experience making paper airplanes. Dad built me the "best paper airplane ever". Only to be bested by Mom ten minutes later. Mom's was much faster and "would win airplane races". I also informed Mom and Dad that "good guys planes are faster than the bad guys" and "Good guys can shoot. bullets for millions of hours". (Everything is measured in terms of good guys and bad guys right now)