Funny Pictures

My generation will have their entire lives documented for them. My friends and I will have our lives lived through an open book of digital and social mediums. Never will we have to wonder about missing pictures. I will have my voice as a toddler on video. I will have the crazy things which I did as a baby easily brought out when I bring home my first girlfriend.
My parents, between the two of them, have a collective 20 pictures documenting their childhood, all on fading yellow photo paper, or Polaroid pics that didn't quite develop right (okay grandparents the number of pictures is probably more than that, but I needed the number 20 for effect, you can't deny the yellowing, underdeveloped prints) and I have over 5,000. Yes, 5,000 pictures and countless videos documenting my first four years.
Plus, I write this blog with my mommy's help so that when I'm 32 and have kids of my own, I will be able to look back and tell them what I was up to at their age.
My point to all this is our life is an open book, usually portrayed in the most positive and shiny light possible. Nobody wants to see pictures of babies crying or people not having fun, but when we look back we will only see the best moments of life, even when it takes 5 to 50 shots to make it appear that way, even when the memory isn't as positive as the photo that goes along with it. My case in point are the following photos. My mommy wanted a picture of all her boys at Easter, and it took three shots just to get one that is halfway decent. The halfway decent photo is then what is posted all over the web, portraying our fabulous Easter. The true picture of the moment, will be kept, but never spoken of, even though hilarious.
The true moment was one tired baby on the brink of screaming, one little boy wondering what damage he could cause with 'blue bunny", and one daddy who is just concerned about losing an eye.
Life is messy, life can be difficult, but thankfully we have mommies who only put the best photo forward for us to remember our life by.

The last month in a nut shell

Well, things have been crazy since the arrival of my baby brother, but things are getting better each day and I love, love, love that tiny nugget. I want to constantly touch him, talk to him, kiss him, and show him things from school. I don't enjoy it much when he cries, and he cries A LOT, but I'm learning lots of patience and have decided to stop hiding my the couch when Luke is having a moment.
I'm still enjoying school. I'm still playing soccer and still having lots of fun with my family. My daddy even took me to a monster truck race. It was interesting and loud. I'm all about Star Wars and have about 500 action figures who battle with Batman in the Bat Cave. I have a wild imagination.
My mommy has promised me that we will get back on track with my blog. I don't want you guys to miss anything, but for now, here are some photos from the last month.

Everyday becoming a bigger and bigger boy!

To my parents amazement, here is a list of activities that took place in our home this morning:

1. I got up, went potty, washed hands and then went back to bed for a few minutes.
2. Went to kitchen, turned on light, opened fridge, got out milk, grapes and mini-muffins for my breakfast (my mommy or daddy prepare something the night before to save time the next morning).
3. Without spilling delivered everything from #2 to the living room ottoman.
4. Picked up remote control for TV (Could not turn on TV...but my daddy later told me he would show me how, I love my morning Scooby Doo)
5. Put on sweat pants and shirt.
6. Brushed teeth
7. combed hair
8. put on socks, shoes and coat

I'm becoming quite the 'Mr. Independent' and with that, comes a big independent attitude and mouth that gets me into a lot of trouble, but my parents laid in bed and giggled this morning at all the sounds of me tinking around the house getting ready, all by myself, to start my day, like a big, big boy!!!

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In the two weeks I have been in my new preschool class, I can now count to 30 and say the days of the week in Spanish. My brain is just a little sponge...

D-A-D...Dad...D-O-G...Dog...and Homework

As you many of you know, I have been attending a preschool since September. I have been having a great time meeting new friends and doing lots of learning. This is a prep school for when I get to go to actual school, in hold your breath...just a couple of years ( I can see my mommy tearing up all ready).
The things we do at preschool which are like regular school is saying the Pledge of Allegiance in the morning, eating hot lunch in a common area and having a lunch lady.
I'm in transition to move to the next room and in this new room we have homework, yes homework, this week was five pages going over the letter S and the number 8 and it is due on Friday, so as my daddy made dinner, my mommy helped me trace my letters, color bubbles and draw a face on a sun. I admit I whined a little at how much I had to do and tried bating my eyelashes to see if my mommy would do it, Batman and his friends were calling me, but I soon realized that wasn't happening so I got down to business.
This falls in line with all the work my mommy and daddy do at home with helping me learn how to read and recognize letters. I now know that d-o-g spells dog and b-o-y spells boy and u-p spells up just to name a few. I'm even starting to pick the words I know out of stories my parents read to me at night, and try and use the words in little sentences I make up. My parents have even caught me getting up, turning my bedroom light on, and looking at books well past my bedtime.
I'm very proud of all these accomplishments, and can't believe that in no time I will be reading the books to my parents.
I'm still going to try and get my mommy to do my homework though. A boy can dream!

Jack in the Box is not okay!

Soccer season has started and on our way home from practice, my parents decided to stop at Jack in The Box for lunch. We don't have fast food very often, but when we do, I really like 'Old McDonald's'. I could really care less on the food, but i love the toys...love them. Where else do you get plastic junk that makes funky noises and will fall apart just looking at them the wrong way? I love Happy Meal toys.
So I digress, we get our food and I'm super excited to see what toy is in my bag, my mommy opens the bag and quickly announces that I can wait till I get home to see what magic is inside the bag. Now in most cases I would think 'Yippee, this will be a great toy' but, my mommy gave my daddy a look that clearly said, ' He is not going to like this'.
We make it home and I'm presented with my toy from Jack in The Box....wait for it....can you guess what it was?
It was seriously a piece of paper and a half melted red crayon from being in with the hot food. The paper had something written on it, but it was paper and a crayon...that is not a toy! I announce that 'I'm not happy!' and take off to my room. After a few minutes I return and rip the paper up...I kept the crayon after it solidified again since I love to color.
My mommy and daddy started joking that next Jack in The Box will start giving rocks from the stores landscaped area as toys. This made me laugh.
My daddy said whoever thought of this 'toy' should be fired in which I replied 'Yes daddy, the person who made that toy should be lit on fire.'
I'm still not sure about words that can be used in different contexts. My parents laughed and laughed...

Opps...fixed the link....Baby Luke starts a Blog

Hi Everybody,
Don't forget that my baby brother Luke has a budding blog to check out as well.
http://babyboyrivers.blogspot.com
You can also link to it from my site by checking out my 'Other sites Worth visiting' and click on 'This Little Brother's Life' link.
Luke's site is a work in progress, at this point he doesn't have near the things I have to say, so check back often as things will be changing quickly as he gets bigger and bigger!