Ladies First

Did you know that you have to be extra nice to girls? Well you do. And I try to be my best self with them. We have one named Lundy who rides homes with us after school most days. She has a squeaky voice and is real cute. At first she wouldn't talk in the car because maybe she was scared. So Dean and I were real careful with her. Dean would pull her seatbelt out for her, gently pull it across her pink coat and I would take it from him and click it…nice and easy. She talks a lot now so maybe she's no longer worried that we might eat her. Dean is having trouble accepting another thing about girls. You're suppose to let them go first. We were in the car the other day and Dean was telling my mom that that wasn't fair. DEAN: "It's a stupid rule. Why do girls get to go first?" ME: "Dean, it's because girls are sucksy (sexy)." Thankfully, I get plenty of time alone to let my true inner madman shine.

Hello Again

It's been a long time! I'm in Kindergarten now. And I don't like it as much. They're very serious in there and it's mind bending for me. I keep telling my mom that I wish I knew everything in the world so that I wouldn't have to go to school anymore. I could stay home with my mom and help her all day long. I could run errands with her (and incessantly ask for things the entire time), keep her alert (crazy) with all of my "is-that-a-good-question" questions, and help her with house work by making sure there is always stuff to pick up. In fact I was doing a little market research the other day when I asked her if she likes to do housework. Here's how the conversation went: ME: "Mommy, do you like doing housework?" MOM: "Well, it depends. Sometimes I do and sometimes I don't. But either way, I always feel good when I'm done." ME: "You feel accomplished?" MOM: "Yes. That's exactly how I feel." And then she offered me a cup of coffee. Actually, she didn't. But she thought about it. OH!! Did I mention I am 6 now? Yes, I am!! And guess where I got to have my birthday party… the Winter Inn in Idaho. It was awesome! We had presents, pin the tail on the donkey, cake, and my cousin Kash! I was in heaven.

This is me and my rad new slippers. They fit me (in more ways that one) perfectly. I got to take them to share today and I told everyone that "this is what my feet look like under my socks." I'm not sure if I had any takers but I gave them a hard sell. Tomorrow I have my Christmas program for school and I'm really excited because I love to sing! But the downside is that it's going to be a really long time in the church. It's hard to keep the peace for 1.5 hours! Sometimes we have to stand for so long that my legs hurt. And we don't even get to play. But it will all be worth it because it'll be MY night. And God's.

My Christmas List

It's Christmas time!! Do you know what that means? It means that I get to write my Christmas wish list for Santa. I've been waiting all year for this. Do you know why? Because TV watching is torture (for my mom, dad, and me). There are so many cool toys that I see on TV. I want them all. And I tell my parents, "Hurry!! Hurry!! Look!!! I want this!!! Hurry!!" (Commercial ends. Nobody came to look.) "You messed it up!!! I wanted that!!" This has been happening since January. My time has come! Finally. Here's what's made my list so far. 1. A real-life dead tiger. 2. Pearls 3. A whole dead squirrel in a jar. 5. Lego City police set. 6. A remote control airplane. 7. Deoxys Ex with his coin (that's his power) Except for the dead tiger, most of this will probably change by tomorrow. So stay tuned.

Sharing Cookies

Trust me, I'll fill you in on this whole uniform thing later. But first things first. Today my mom came to pick me up at school and she saw something she considered a little unusual. She was holding my backpack and I asked her to pull out my lunchbox and give it to me. I sat on the ground with my friend, Avery, and opened it up. Inside were two uneaten (??) cookies. Cookies never go uneaten in my company. Ever. So my mom was a little confused. I opened up the baggie and, without any God's-watching-you-look from my mom, I offered one to Avery (I swear. Look in her hand.). You should know that standard sharing procedure with lunchbox contents is as follows: No Sharing. So I didn't even have to do it. I just did. My mom leaned down and told me that I was being a good friend...and then she asked me why I shared my cookies. I whispered in her ear, so NOBODY could hear, "We falled in love today. Don't tell Dean." So there you have it. I'm in love.

Mellow no more!!

Let me tell you, I went out with a bang in 2012. I had a fever and all sorts of other problems. No amount of han-i-tan-i-cizer would have helped me. Those germs were infinite strong. They even got my dad. My mom said that the only saving grace was that it made me meeeellllllooooowww. I fell asleep all over the house. But I'm BACK IN ACTION!!!

I even went skiing last weekend for the first time and I won!! The only thing that didn't work out was I didn't get to go to the "real Mt. Hood." I was expecting to go onto the top of that white mountain and we didn't! No fair.

It was all batman. All the time.

I use to be Batman's #1 fan. I wore a Batman shirt almost every single day. I played Batman at school (Keats was Robin). I watched Batman cartoons with gusto (picture a highly interactive spectator). And I would not leave my house without either a Batman cape or Batman action figure. Duh na na na na na na na... BATMAN!! Sadly, Ironman has bumped Batman from his pedestal.