My Goose Egg

Well, hello there friends! It's been months, probably almost a year, since I last posted. Maybe I should re-introduce myself. My name is Andrew but my dad likes to call me his big boy, Alex calls me a squirt and Mom... well, she has 90 different names for me. Well, maybe 91. I really thought I'd take over this blog now that I'm talking up a storm and can type my name, but Mom never lets me. I'm not sure, but I think it's the whole control freak thing I hear my dad mutter sometimes.

Anyhow, back to me. I'm going to be 4 next weekend and I'm so excited. I think that if I understood the difference between today, tonight and tomorrow I'd be even more excited. Instead I just keep asking "Is tomorrow my birthday??". Some friends are coming to visit this weekend and I am SO excited. We're going to have my birthday party with our friends and we're going to spend the weekend on the lake. I would tell you who those friends are but you'll see soon enough. After all, they are all bloggers just like me, errr... I mean my mom. We ordered my cake today - 24 cupcakes. You know, 24 cupcakes is NOT enough sugar for me. I hope mom realizes that.

Mommy told me that Alex's friends are coming to the lake too. I hope they spin me around in a chair or throw me back and forth. I'm such a dare devil. I think it makes my mom nervous, but I think if I can survive slamming my head onto the road, I can survive anything. I'm like Tigger... bouncy, bouncy.

So, this post is supposed to be about my goose egg (to catch up, see the last post about how my dad dropped me on my head. It had nothing to do with the fact that I didn't put my feet down, for the record) but instead I seem to be going off on tangents. I might not have come from my mom's belly, but I sure have her gift of gab, don't I? Oh and her love of desserts... we LOVE chocolate. But, chocolate isn't enough sugars. Right, mom?

Below are my goose egg pictures. Mom was trying to get one good shot after I got out of the bath last night but I thought it would be fun if I moved around, made funny faces and tried to escape the camera. That drives her nutso! Now, don't you worry about my boo-boo. It doesn't hurt at all, just looks pretty ugly.

Onto another topic. I'm done trying to make my mom feel guilty when she drops me off in the morning. I have to admit that it was kind of fun to get her all worked up. I thought I really had her when I hid behind the classroom door and refused to come in. She fell for my antics for a few days and then she started passing my hand to the teacher, giving me a hug and kiss and then leaving. The game was no longer fun and so now I don't even need to go to the teacher. She keeps telling me I'm being such a big boy. Well, hello!!! I am going to be 4, you know! :-)

It's way past my bedtime - better head off to sleep. We bought 4 noodles today for the lake. One for me and one for my three friends. Need to rest up so I can float all day long!

Much love,
The little Peanut (who is growing big)