Rough Day

Man, what a rough day.  First, I played golf early in the morning.  Then, I went to swimming lessons.  I came back, did some art work, then played football with dad for a long time - it involved lots of running, tackling, throwing and catching. That was followed up by cheering the Hawkeyes on to a dramatic win over Michigan State - which from the words coming out of dad's mouth, may be as disliked as much as Iowa State.  Phew, that is exhausting.  And I even slept in today (until 7)!

Monster Hunter

Danger is everywhere. Everywhere, I tell you.  So I have had to take up hunting monsters on a daily basis.  It's all up to me to round them up and kick them out of the house on a daily basis.  The one unanswered question I have is what are mom and dad doing that continually allows the monsters to come back in the room?  Alas, I will probably never know the answer to that.

 

Over time, my bed time routine has been evolving.  Around 7:30 every night I am escorted upstairs to brush my teeth.  Afterwards, I am read three stories of my choosing...this has quickly become one of my favorite activities.  After my stories I am tucked into bed, but before mom and dad can leave the room, I remind them we need to get the monsters out.  I used to leave the monster round up to just mom and dad, but after a couple of weeks I realized they weren't doing a good enough job so I had to help out.  Not only do I get all the monsters in my room, I clean them out of mom and dad's room as well as the other rooms, including the bathroom.  That's the kind of person I am...always thinking of the well being of others.



After escorting the monsters out, we head back to bed.  Then, for the only time in the day, every day, I am suddenly aware that I have to go the bathroom.  After a trip to the bathroom (which usually involves asking numerous questions and throwing shampoo bottles) we head back to bed.  Then I make my final request - a fresh glass of water.  Left over water from the previous night is just yucky.

This week, I made a terrigying discovery...monsters don't just come out at night...I've started to find them in the daylight, too.  Morning monsters are rounded up and grounded with dad's coffee beans and then made into coffee.  Those that aren't turned into coffee are escorted out of the house.

It takes a lot of working keeping mom and dad safe.

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.

Enter Sandman

These are my friends, Green and Blue; Green is the short one on the left and Blue is the tall one on the right. The last thing I do each night is say "Good night" to Green and Blue as I turn them on and likewise, the first thing I do each morning is say "Good Morning" to each. Lately, however, I've just been waking up asking for a cracker. They watch over me while I sleep and have been such good friends some days, I have taken them with me as I roam about the house.

Who does this? Who takes pictures of someone while they are sleeping? There I am, trying to get my hard earned sleep and someone keeps sneaking in my room and snapping pictures. Do you have any idea how hard it is to fall asleep when all of a sudden camera's start flashing like an out of control strobe light? Anyway, here are some "action" shots of me sleeping:

I don't know why this is funny...so what if I snore?

Hard to believe that I don't like have bright lights shine on me when I am trying to take a nap.

Despite any impressions I may leave on Mom and Dad, I actually really enjoy going to bed. Sometimes, it's nice to finally have a minute to two myself. Whether, I am about to go to sleep or just waking up, singing is one of my favorite activities to do when I have time to myself. No need to adjust your monitors, because of the darkness, there isn't really any video...just soothing sounds of my melodious voice crooning myself to sleep.

Off to never-never land...night night.