Saturday, September 27, 2008

Bugs On The Windshield

I woke up Thursday morning and I had some trouble seeing the road, you might say. My mom came in and fixed it (turns out my eye was stuck shut) but I still looked like this:



I'm getting better, but in any case, martial arts is a little too much of a contact sport for me. It's true what they say- the worst part of a fight is the day after.

Another career option I've been considering lately would be that of a professional runner. From watching the Olympics, it looks like all you have to do is kick your legs back and forth really fast, and once I learn to hold my own weight on my legs, you just put the two together, and there you go. I've already got the first part down, as you can see:

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And if I can't get the running thing down, I might try cycling.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Mid-week (or so) Update

Sometimes I even surprise myself with how cute and goofy I can look in pictures. First the surprise:


Now the cute goofiness:

Sunday, September 21, 2008

By Popular Demand

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Have Diaper, Will Travel

It's Sunday again. Last Sunday I was blessed, at least that's what they tell me. All kinds of people came to see me that weekend, but as for the blessing itself, I slept through the entire process. Apparently it was important enough that grandma J stayed up to finish making me the snazzy little number you see me wearing here:


Looks like I blinked.


In other news, I've been wondering if truck driving is really my calling in life. I've been doing some soul-searching on this, and I think I might have the chops to make it as a martial arts teacher. I mean, I was practicing last night:

And I was like, "be careful or I'll mess you up with my kung fu grip!"
I'll let everyone know if I come up with any other alternate occupations. No matter what, though, I'm goin' places.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Sleeping At The Wheel

My parents, especially my dad, think they are SO funny. Or more accurately, they think I'm so funny. I really don't get it. I fell asleep in dad's lap and he and mom took this really immature and sloppy video of me when I was asleep. I guess I kind of snore, which is supposed to be funny when someone as young as me does it. I'm not sure I have a real good grasp of this "humor" thing yet. But this video made mom and dad laugh.

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More news tomorrow.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Blowouts And Other Road Hazards

There's one skill that I just don't seem to have yet. Sometimes I hear mom and dad saying something about a "potty" and then there's a word after that which sounds like "train" which I know is the noisy thing that lives 2 blocks south of our house, and runs by and shouts a lot, especially early in the morning. I think whatever they're saying has something to do with what happened to me today.
Dad was feeding me this morning because mom was still really tired (I don't know why. I let her sleep at least 5 hours straight last night.) I nearly always poop when I'm being fed. Better out than in, I say. But today was different, and especially embarrassing. I pooped as usual and when I felt an unusual warm sensation up my back, I gave dad a big smile. He smiled back, because that's what we do these days since I discovered this social trick. Anyway, he seemed happy enough, but then he turned me over and looked at my back and he wasn't smiling anymore. He got up really fast and took me in my room and took all my clothes off and held them between two fingers on the way to the washing machine. By this time I knew what had happened and I was so mortified and cold and naked that I couldn't help crying. Pretty soon dad came back and put a new diaper on me so at least I was decent. Then I pretty much forgot all about it when he put me in my swingy chair, which is basically my favorite place to be.




"Waitress! Gonna need some milk in here!"

Thursday, September 18, 2008

First Day On The Job

I was born at a very young age. When I got done, I was tired. So was mom, I think.






Doesn't grandma Johnston look proud?




One of my first trips on the open road.

Mile 1

Good afternoon to you all. This being my first attempt at blogging, I'll try my best. The thing about being born, like I was 6 and a half weeks ago, is that it sort of makes you an overnight celebrity, as far as anyone in your family is concerned anyway. For those who are interested (I expect there'll be a few), this is where I'll chronicle the events of my early life. These first few miles of the road are always eventful, so we'll have plenty to talk about. For starters, here's a picture of me, just relaxing, which I think is one of the best things I've discovered so far.


And this is how I got my nickname:


So long for now.