Sunday, January 4th, 2009
Today was such a busy day. I started it off just like a grown up; I filled my pants. Like all my uncles, I love to read when I go #2.

After Mommy and Daddy finished eating, we went outside for a walk. I didn’t want to walk that much, so Daddy pushed me. Mommy gave me my new snack cup and I really like it. See the pretty green no-spill cup I’m holding?

In the afternoon I took a nice long nap. Daddy found out my secret, though. He put in my crib and then covered me with my blanket. Now all kids know that if you get covered by a blanket, you need to be quiet and go to sleep, but my Dad is pretty slow sometimes. He usually just plops me in bed and I play for a bit. Somebody must have told him my secret because he covered me and then, poof, I went to sleep.
When I got up, Mommy wanted to cook some food, so Daddy and I went on another walk. We got to this place with lots and lots of lights. It was fun to see the lamps all lit up.

As we were walking in between two buildings, I saw smoke in the distance. I pulled Daddy along until we got this close to it. And then I blew. Wwwwwh! The smoke went everywhere! What could be more fun?

Well, I’ll tell you what isn’t more fun…falling down. We walked away from the smoke and up to some doors. I wanted to go inside, but Daddy wouldn’t let me. He said something about the doors being locked, but he didn’t even try! I turned away from him and my head met the cement. Owwie!!! Fortunately, we found a nice bench for me to sit on and nurse my goose egg.

After I rested and watched the cars go by, we decided to head on home. What should we find but an empty parking lot. Daddy showed me how to rustle the bamboo leaves. Guess what happened next? All these birds came flying out from the bamboo. I laughed and laughed. So Daddy took a little bamboo stick and scraped it on the ground to make the birdies fly and sing. After the birds got bored with us, I decided to try scraping the stick.

Mommy had a nice warm dinner for us at home. I think she made it just to trick me. Before you could say “lickety-split", she was cutting my hair. I don’t know how I survived the ordeal, but I did. Here is what I looked like right when she started. Ain’t I a beauty?

Ba-dee-ba-dee-ba-dee…that’s all folks! One busy Sunday all over with. Now it is time to sleep. Zzzzzz.

