Singing in the Shower!

Hi guys. So I took a poop in the tub yesterday. I told daddy I was going to do it, but he didn't take me seriously. Given my warning, I don't see how it was my fault. After we cleaned up the tub, mom and dad made me take a shower. I used to be really scared of showers, but I've grown to like them. As you can see from my video, I particularly enjoy singing in the shower. My favorite song is "shower, shower, shower, shower, shower, shower shower. shower." It's a good one.

The Big Boy Swing...and my mittens

Hello everyone. As you can see from the picture, the weather has cooled a bit. I was not happy about having to wear my hat, but what can you do? Mommy and daddy were persistent and I wasn't in the mood for a fight. But more importantly did you notice that I was swinging on the big boy swing? This was a monumental breakthrough! Yesterday daddy and I went to the park with my good friends Taylor, Wesley, and Alison and I decided that I was finally ready to try the big swing. As many of you know I am a big fan of swings, but up to this point I had always used the baby swing. However, yesterday I was feeling adventurous (maybe it was the two bananas I had for breakfast) and decided to step it up. Daddy made sure I held on to the chains really tight and off I went. By the end my face was red as a cherry, but it was worth it. For those of you who do not swing on a regular basis, I highly recommend it. It is so relaxing. The world makes a lot more sense when you are on a swing.

They never said anything about M&M's!

Well, it happened again. I know what you are going to say-why would you stick an M&M up your nose after all the trouble you went through with the blueberry? But how was I to know that you are not to put anything up your nose...even M&Ms. I am afraid that mommy and daddy are no longer going to give me any food that could fit up my nose. It was a simple mistake. Mommy had given me a few mini M&Ms and was watching me like a hawk. But when sure turned around I quickly tried to stuff a bunch of them up my nose. When mommy turned around boy was she mad. I mean REALLY mad! I kept telling her "I am sorry mommy." She looked up my nose and thought everything was clean...but I knew better. I had managed to get one M&M mini up there. It went undetected until the next morning when daddy got me out of the crib and noticed that I had chocolate running down my nose. He wasn't happy either. Good news is that unlike blueberries, M&Ms melt in your nose. So my nasal passage is all clear...at least for the time being. I have been giving some thought to what a cheerio would feel like up my nose, but I don't want to push mommy and daddy to far. Hope all is well and I love you all!

Grampa and Grandmas are the best!

While the "Blueberry Incident" was a bit of a setback, once I was blueberry free I got to spend a lot of time with both sets of my grandparents. And let me tell you, that was FUN! I love my mommy and daddy, but spending time with grandpa and grandma is sooo much fun. They let me run around the house and always have fun things to play with. I have listed some of the highlights below:

*Eating baked beans with grandpa muck.
*Playing on my john deer tractor with grandpa treps.
*Having grandma muck tuck me in at night-"cover me up grandma."
*Going to the children's museum-so much cool stuff I didn't want to leave.
*Shopping for socks and hats with grandma treps.
*Going to Costco and showing grandma/grandpa how to buckle the shopping cart seat belt.
*Watching both grandpa's spend 15 minutes trying to figure out my car-seat...silly grandpas!

The Blueberry

Greetings everyone. My apologies for not blogging in a long while. As some of you may know it has been a busy time of late. A few weeks back mommy and I took a trip back to Wisconsin to see my grandparents. We did the drive all by ourselves (no daddy). I was a little worried at first because I have a lot of needs on long drives, but mommy did a super-duper job. She even got me a DVD player so that I could watch Mickey Mouse DVDs on the drive. It doesn't get much better than driving across the country while watching Mickey Mouse. As I said, everything went just great! Well...there was ONE little mishap. Normally I wouldn't go into such great detail, but daddy says that it is important that I record all of this so that one day we can look back and laugh. It all started when mommy gave me some blueberries to snack on during our drive. And for some reason I decided to shove one up my nose. I got it way up there-I mean way way up there. I thought everything was fine until mommy turned around and noticed that I had blue snot coming out my nose. Which for some reason she didn't think was as funny as I did. As soon as we got to Brown Deer we were off to the ER to try to get the blueberry out. That was NOT fun. They stuck all sorts of gadgets up my nose trying to get the blueberry out. But nothing worked. I was not happy with those knuckleheads. As it turned out, we had to schedule an appointment with an ENT specialist to get that darn blueberry out. I still don't know why we couldn't just leave it up there.

Boo at the Zoo

Hello everyone, it’s daddy here doing a little guest blogging. Fisher believes it is important that from time to time mommy and daddy get on his blog and share our own thoughts about what is transpiring in the life of the Fish. And yesterday was a big day for all of us. We went to Boo at the Zoo. It is a wonderful event organized by the Little Rock Zoo where kids can dress up in their costumes and walk around the zoo (at night) getting candy and going on rides. Fisher had an absolute ball! As the pictures show, he was dressed up as a chicken--cuteness factor was at an all-time high. We spent much of the evening wandering around the zoo getting candy and enjoying the kiddy rides. And I must say that I no longer enjoy the “spinny” rides as much as I used to. I hope that doesn’t worsen with age. However, the highlight of the evening had to be Fisher’s first ride on the merry-go-round. He was so happy. Each time around he would lean off his horse, eagerly wave at me, and yell “bye-bye daddy” at the top of his lungs. The first few times around I tried to take pictures, but after about the 5th “bye-bye daddy” I had to stop and just enjoy the moment. You catch yourself wishing that you could literally stop time and live in that moment for just a little longer. I find that occurring quite frequently these days; wishing that I could somehow bottle a particular look, phrase, or experience so that I could enjoy it again at some point in the future. And somewhat surprisingly, it’s often the insignificant moments that touch you the most. Fisher telling me he prefers cheese on his tofu or when he tells me "slow down daddy...you are going to choke yourself" while I am eating. What a wonderful ride this has been.

Why not? :)

You guys should have seen me at work today. Not to toot my own horn, but I was brilliant. Let me give you a little background; today I have been a stinker...a real stinker. I've been making lots of messes, touching things I'm not supposed to touch, and I even bonked daddy on the head with the baby monitor (that I actually felt bad about). As is to be expected, such conduct got me a number of "time-outs". But I do not see the benefit of these time-outs and I have decided that I am going to try to break mommy and daddy of the habit. So today when daddy put me in time-out I would stand up and try to walk away. But daddy was ready to play hard ball and kept picking me up and placing me right back on my time-out stool. Each time he would say "when you are in time-out you CANNOT get up from your time-out stool." Well, each time he would say that I would look him straight in the eyes, give him a sly little smile, and ask "why not?" After about 4 "why nots?" I could see him starting to crack. He was trying to hold it back, but the giggles were bubbling up. I pulled out all the stops with my last "why not" by throwing in a bunch of my own giggles. Daddy could not hold back and he started laughing. I promptly jumped off my stool and ran back into the front room to start playing again. Game, set, and match!

Me and my pumpkin

As you can probably tell from this picture, I was not particularly happy about having to take a picture with my pumpkin. That is not to imply that I wasn't very excited about my pumpkin. I was! I got to pick it out all by myself. My pre-school set up this wonderful pumpkin patch and each kid was able to pick out their own pumpkin. Pretty great! But, then they made us sit on this bale of hay and take a picture with all that crazy stuff. All I wanted to do was go play with my pumpkin. Which I got to do as soon as the picture was over. I even got to bring the pumpkin home and have been playing with it constantly. Daddy says it is not a ball, but is sure is fun to throw and role it around.

Notice-my finger is not IN my nose!

Hi everyone! As the above picture demonstrates I clearly do not have my finger in my nose. And to be honest, this is a bit of a change. I have just recently figured out that putting a finger in your nose is pretty hilarious. I can't stop laughing. Mommy and daddy don't find it very funny though. That's why I made sure to keep my finger out of my nose for this picture. A finger in the nose isn't worth a time-out.

I did some magic!

Or at least that is my response every time mommy and daddy ask me what I did at pre-school that day. Mommy and daddy were getting a bit concerned and one day they asked my teacher Ms Vicky whether we did magic at school. It was pretty funny, because Mr Vicky said that every day at school Fisher tells us he is doing magic at home. It's all part of my master plan to get them to buy me a magic hat and wand. I actually learned all this magic from my favorite TV show "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse." Goofy does a great trick where he says "hocus pocos" and then pulls stuff out of his hat. It's really cool. I would sure love to do that one day. I've attached a picture of me in the tub with some bubbles on my head.

Tator Tots and Ketchup!

That is a big one!

Who knew they made pumpkins so big?

My trip to the firestation

In addition to eating blueberries and drinking from puddles, I also managed to take a trip to the downtown fire-station last week. Mommy was nice enough to schedule a trip for our whole play group to attend. And for as much as I LOVE firetrucks, I sure was scared of the fire-station. Everything was so big; particularly the firefighters. The one thing I did enjoy at the fire-station was the little fire-tractor they had. You can see from the picture that they let me pretend to drive it. Boy was that fun. I also got to try on a fire-hat and take some pictures with a real firefighter. I can't wait to go back...when I'm just a little bigger.

I'm Back

Hi everyone, sorry for not blogging much lately. I've just gotten over being sick and have also been pretty busy eating blueberries. Yes, that's right, blueberries. Who knew they were so yummy. I have been eating them like crazy. Mommy and daddy get a little worried when I eat them because I tend to shove 4 or 5 in my mouth at a time. They don't seem to understand the flavor explosion that comes with a mouth full of blueberries. One or two just will not cut it. And I'm almost 100 percent sure that the blueberries helped me when I was sick. I'm not sure if mommy and daddy told you, but I was down at the River Market with the girls (the 2 year old laddies I hang with from time to time). I thought the girls would get a kick out of me drinking water out of this big puddle. So I plopped myself in the puddle and starting drinking. Everyone thought it was hilarious...well everyone but mommy. She was not happy. Apparently puddle drinking is neither healthy or socially acceptable. There are so many rules it is hard to keep them all straight. I've attached a picture of me when I wasn't feeling so hot.

Me and my elephant!

Here is my new elephant that mommy and daddy got me for my birthday. I didn't like it at first, but now I think it is a lot of fun.

A crab wonton a day keeps the doctor away

Or at least that is what my fortune cookie told me last night at dinner. Mommy and daddy took me out for Chinese food and it was super yummy. I got to eat teriyaki noodles with chicken. Mommy even let me eat my chicken with something called chopsticks. I am not sure if I used them correctly, but it sure was fun to stab my chicken with the sticks. And when I was done stabbing the chicken I stuck the chopsticks in each end of my straw. I thought that was really funny. On our drive home from dinner I surprised mommy and daddy by asking them “what is the big idea?” when they slowed down to look at a house down the street. Boy did they think that was funny. They are so easily amused.

Here are some pictures from my birthday party at pre-school. My teachers Ms Vicky and Ms. Toni are the best.

You win some...you lose some!

Hi everybody. Well, I've got to admit that today didn't start so well. I was up a little early (6:00am) and thought I would be a nice guy and allow mommy and daddy some extra sleep. Only problem was that I had pooped. Now for most of you going poop is no big ordeal. But you've got to remember I'm still in diapers and trapped in a crib. What was I to do? Quite the conundrum. My options were to either wake mommy and daddy up OR sit in a dirty diaper. But Alas!-I found the perfect solution-I would change my own diaper. Everything started just fine. But once I had my diaper off I quickly realized that I had not thought the whole process through. Specifically, I was lacking a clean diaper. After a few minutes of contemplating my situation I was forced to admit defeat and make a most solemn plea for help. I reluctantly cried out “mommy and daddy I tried to clean it up.” Which to my amazement prompted a most immediate response. It took less than 5 seconds (yes, I can count to five now) for them to hurry into my room. They were not especially happy with my attempted diaper change, and plopped me right into the tub. This means I will probably have to take two baths today. But even though things started ruff, by 8:30 I was at pre-school and all was right in the world. I really love pre-school. When mommy or daddy drop me off I literally push them out the door and say “by mommy/daddy”. Well that is all for now. I hope you all are having a great day.

My Birthday Party!

On Saturday I had my first official birthday party with kids! It was sooooooo much fun! I had 8 friends who came and brought their mommies and daddies. My party was at Baker Park (one of my favorites), and I got pizza, cake, watermelon and lots of presents. Can't beat that with a stick (or a piece of wood). I also enjoyed playing some basketball with my daddy at the end of the party.

I also received many gifts from my Grama and Grampa Muck. I absolutely LOVE my new books and my soccer ball. I'm still not sure why daddy would rather have me kick the ball than throw it, I'll figure out why someday.