Howdy, peeps! Mommy's watching SEREDIPITY (for the billionth time), so I thought I'd highjack her blog. She has a big crush on John Cusack, so she's totally distracted. I haven't written at all this year during NaNaBloPop, can you believe it? Things are good. I go to big boy school now and it's way fun. We do crafts and take naps and stuff. Sometimes they give me cookies for a snack, but I throw them on the floor. Mommy always sends extra fruit in case I don't like what they serve for our snack that day. She is a good planner.
That's my new Choo Choo Train sweatsuit. It's a dark green-grey. It's also a 24 month size, so it's too long cuz I got short legs. Daddy put it on me this morning with red socks. I looked snazzy.
This morning during breakfast Mommy told me for the billionth time that we didn't have to go to school this week. (I guess she thinks I don't hear her. GAH) We watched some cartoons and read my animal book this morning. I helped Mommy fold laundry and woke Daddy up by throwing blocks at the door. I decided to shake things up a little and dump Mommy's coffee cup on the carpet. I thought it was pretty funny, but she freaked out and broke out that stinky cleaning stuff, then Daddy stripped off my jammies to make sure I didn't get burned. I'm fine. Geesh, talk about overreactions.
We went to the store and got what Mom and Dad says are the fixin's for our Thanksgiving dinner. Mommy keeps trying to get me to say "gobble gobble" like a turkey and I keep saying "Bock Bock" like a chicken. I'm just trying to show her that I know they are both poultry. See? I'm learning lots at big boy school. Apparently Mom and Dad are going to make stuffin. I'm not sure they know what they're doing. They sure do talk about it a lot, though. I don't know what's wrong with that stuff out of a box we have sometimes, but Mom says it's Thanksgiving, so we should have something fancier. I dunno why I'm worried about it. It involves bread, so I'm not gonna eat it anyway. All I know is there better be peas.
My goals for Thanksgiving Break are to get Mommy to let me watch Finding Nemo at least twice, play outside in the leaves and maybe, just maybe, take a ride on Daddy's choo choo. (Mom says it's the lawnmower, but whatever.) This year, I am thankful that I have teeth to enjoy the food, for my teachers and friends at school, for seedless red grapes and for Mommy and Daddy.
Have a good Thanksgiving, peeps! Enjoy your gobble gobble!
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Posted by: BPM Training,Brisbane | January 28, 2010 at 04:42 AM