I feel pretty.

It takes a confident man to wear a princess dress. I am such a man.




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Santa came to play

We saw Santa. One of us didn't like him.




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I wear what I want

The thing about being a 3 year old is I can pretty much wear whatever I want. Below is proof.





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Eating at school.

Me. Eating. At school. Nuff said

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Pippy Longstocking

I almost wrote Longstalking. Because that is kinda how I feel ATM. I love her. Love means " watching movies". Right?




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I sleep wherever I want.

HallwaySleeper, originally uploaded by burtime.

You know, I"m almost going to be three years old. Only 2 days away, and because of that, I am more and more independent.

Take, Sleeping for example. My parents would like me to sleep in a bed, but just to spite them, I sleep on the floor, without a pillow or a blanket.

Take that mom and dad.

Take that.

What does someone have to do to get a toilet around here.

Okay, so it's been a busy few months. Too busy for to maintain this blog, but I felt this would be worthy of your reading.

Last night, after lots of begging and pleading to dad, he let me use the toilet. Yes, I realize this subject is bit gross, especially for the squemish, but still.

Anyhow, as I was saying. I used the toilet, or "potty" as dad says. He's an adult and still says potty. I think I can get the hang of this thing. It's much easier and less, well, messy than the usual. Although, it's a little funny to me to make Dad clean up after me.

The best part though - I got a chocolate egg for my efforts!

Hooray Luca!

Umm, I don't think this is Jax.

So for the last 6 days, I have been thinking that my cousin, Jaxon, was staying with me at my house. It didn't really make sense to me, as I didn't see Ashley or Nick.

I remember being woken up at 2 in the morning, going to the hospital, going home with JoJo, then going back to the hospital to see Jax there with moms. I thought it was kinda weird, but what who am I to question the ways of the world.

Anyhow, AS IT TURNS OUT, this little guy wasn't Jax, but rather my new little brother. WHAT? I have brother? What is a brother? I don't really get it. Apparently, I am supposed to love and kiss and protect this Finley kid! I just met him, that's a lot to ask, don't you think?

I realized how mistaken I was, when the real JAX showed up this weekend, as evidenced by the pictures below. Talk about thrown through a loop.

So, Finley is the same "baby" that was making my mom fatter. Do I appear insensitive if I call her fatter? Well, in any case it's true, and from what I gather she prefers truth over sugar coating.

Needless to say, these last couple of days have been interesting, and I can't really explain but I've been feeling unusually protective of my belongings, including my dad, who I own! I hope I get over it soon, I don't like it when other kids, or my mom make me hit them. They really should just listen.

Enjoy the pics.

PS. You can see, I already told Finley about blogging.






Here's me being a big brother: