Snowman and Dogshow

So, it snowed like crazy last week. So much that I was able to build my first snowman on the patio, with the help of mom, pop and Anthony. Our inspiration was the A-Team.

Take a look.




This is the finsihed product. I think we did a good job.


My mom kept disappearing into the frozen tundra, and then...bam she'd show up again. It confused me briefly. Very briefly. I'm no fool.


Building a snowman takes a lot of work, and it made me hot, so I had to take off my jacket. Do you like my Cosby sweater?


Yes. I was a victim. Little did I know that Anthony would be assaulting me with snowballs. I was just admiring my work, when BAMO! I was hit with a snowball. Anthony is a jerk. ------------------------------------------- Later in the week, my parents took me to the petstore. I THOUGHT it was so that I could see the fish, and birds, but apparently it was because they wanted to have me adopted.

So, as you can see. They put me in the box displaying me as if I were meat in a store.

But, then I realized, all of this attention was pretty awesome. Those girls are petting the dog, but they are really looking at me. Call me McLovin. (Yes, my parents let me watch Superbad. You should call them and tell them how irresponsible that is.)---------------------------------My dad seems to think that I want to be an Actor or something. Well, if I was, I would use this as my headshot.



And this would be my "shirtless" shot.

I'm hungry. My parents don't feed me. Look, just look at my ribs.

What child doesn't look cut in a scarf!



What's this picture doing here? Dad you jerk. I told you to leave your silly pictures out of my blog. Only pictures of me. How dare you!

That's better. These boots are my friend Julia's. I like to wear them and then fall down because they are too big.

Last picture for now. I don't know if you can tell, but I'm actually holding myself up with my arms. Yes. I am that strong. Bye for now.