The excitement had been building all week. I still can't read a calendar very well so I had to ask Mommy and Daddy if it was Christmas everyday this week. Well tonight there was no doubt, it was definitely Christmas Eve!
I had been very diligent about telling Santa Claus exactly what I wanted and I had taken extra care to be good. I know what is expected of me.
Still, as the excitement grew I couldn't control myself, before I could catch myself I was misbehaving!
The threat came out, Daddy told me he had Santa on speed dial and could call him back at a moments notice.
No way was I going to risk coming so close only to blow it.
I figured a guy with Santa's appetite would appreciate a bribe of some cookies and milk. If I could at least get the guy down the chimney he would forget any minor transgressions once he was munching some cookies.
I reverently put them in place. I think I am going to make it to the finish line!
We have a great family heirloom. You light candles on the bottom and the heat causes the propeller to spin. I was SO enthusiastic about it and intrigued by it that somehow I broke one of the blades. Oops!
Well, just like magic Papo returned it today. Phew! After the talking to that Daddy gave me I thought it was destroyed forever.
By the time I really get into football Marshawn Lynch will have long since retired so I probably won't remember him as a Seahawk.
However, it seems that when he retires he already has a new job lined up. He will be a plumber at Beacon Plumbing!
I have got to say- his plumbing skills are quite impressive. He doesn't mess around. Unlike Daddy who fixes toilet problems with lots of trial and error while on the phone with Papo, Marshawn just rips the potty from the floor with his bare hands! Problem solved- you can just use the giant hole as a potty instead.
Kind of odd to imagine that when Mommy and Daddy were my age there was still a place where people were discriminated against because they had a different skin color.
Thank you Nelson Mandela for making that place change in a peaceful way.
Well he left us today at the ripe old age of 95. Sadly, he didn't get a chance to make it to my house to shine the light on some of the oppression I have to deal with on a daily basis (8:00 Bedtime, 10 minute baths).
Daddy has been a little "Under the Weather" this week so he has gone to bed the same time as I did. Though I don't mind Daddy around as added protection against Monsters I really don't feel the need to snuggle with him.
Sorry Daddy, you will never be as soft and smooth as Mommy. I will stay on her side of the bed in anticipation. Doesn't mean I didn't have one hand on him though- Just as a precaution for a Monster appearing- I wanted him to be alerted at a moments notice. Kind of like pulling the Fire Alarm.
My Daddy is great, but he kind of drops the ball (Both figuratively and literally) when it comes to teaching me the fundamentals of football. Yeah, Daddy was happy to go to the Monday night football event with my classmates but all he wanted to do was talk about the Sonics. Come on Daddy, get on the bandwagon! Mr. Jasen doesn't need to hear about the glory days of a team that left Seattle years before I was even born!
Lucky I have Mr. Jasen as a teacher. I kept coming back to him all night so he could explain the details of this fascinating game and possibly give me some ideas about what position I should be playing.
Yeah, the Seahawks didn't have any trouble dismantling the Saints. I think I see my calling if I can get more people in my life to encourage my aspirations!