McDonald's for my Birthday, Really?

Well, as you might have guessed by this post. It's my Birthday. Yep, I'm two years old today. And you know how my dad decides to celebrate? He takes me to McDonald's, in the drive-thru no less. Wow. Thanks pops. Although, now that I think of it, I do like their pancakes.

I have done a lot this year. I learned to speak Thai. I ate cheerios, out of a bowl, on the floor, and in between the couch cushions. I have had my hair cut. I watched fireworks and played with children I didn't know. I have learned the alphabet, in both sign language and regular language, English I think it's called. I have learned that it's ironic for me to type these blogs, but not know that it is English that I am typing. I made friends with a boy named Lukas who was born a couple of days before, or after me. I can't remember. I went to the rodeo. I watched Barack Obama give a historical speech in Denver, accepting the nomination for President of the United States. (As a side note, he's doing quite well and hopefully on November 4th, he'll be the new President, so go Vote, because I can't.)

I have done a lot.

But probably the best thing that I have done this year happened today, my birthday.

I got strep throat!

Yep, you heard me, or read it rather. I have been sick as dog for the last few days. I lost my voice because my parents let me scream all night last night. I wasn't really in pain, it's just that they were sleeping and I couldn't, so I figured why let them? We're supposed to be a family right? I finally, finally was able to sleep for a few hours this afternoon. It probably has something to do with the fact that I wasn't given uppers by the folks. Can you believe they didn't know that Tylenol Cold, contains sudafed, which for someone like me keeps me up! Silly parents, trix are for kids.

Actually, I probably don't have strep throat. The doctor said it's likely a virus that will go away in a couple of days. I have my doubts, cause my throat hurts like H E double hockey sticks. Anyhow, he'll call tomorrow with the results. In the meantime, I'll dink milk and wawa and joos until I feel better.

On a related note, my parents set me up as a team leader over at Kiva. So if you decide you want to get me something for my birthday or Christmas or memorial day, go here and help out someone that needs it instead. Apparently, they set this up so that I would learn the importance of giving. I'm like, I'm only TWO and I really want a new iPod. But still I think this is kind of cool.


http://www.kiva.org/community/viewTeam?team_id=1616

Anyhow, I'm off to have some soup and about 15 popsicles.

Happy Birthday to Me!

So, I turn One today!

The big UNO. I would say that I have lived a pretty incredible life so far. I'll give you a recap, in no particular order.

First of all, I was born. So that was exciting. Secondly, I have just as many stamps in my passport as my parents. They are so lame, and I am so cool.

Thirdly, I HAVE a passport. Although, not a Canadian one yet, because my parents are lame.

Fourthly, I can apparently count to four, even though I really don't speak in a language you adults would understand.

I have learned how to wave goodbye, tell ma and pa that I WANT something, and know how to specifically ask for a cracker or a cookie, or pretty much anything they decided to give me I make this one gesture with my hands.

I know what HANDS are.

I am pretty sure I know how to drive, considering I have spent the better part of 7 months riding in the car.

I got my first two teeth while flying on airplane to London. I didn't cry, although it hurt pretty badly.

I am tough.

I took my first steps at around 9 months, and really figured out this whole walking thing about a month later. Then, a month after that, I was busted alongside marion jones and barry bonds, although he won't admit it, for taking steroids.

I know what steroids are, apparently.

I learned how to surf the internet, and "googled" myself, which came with this site
http://www.jaredvallejo.com/blog/mywordsbydate.asp?lild=10/11/2006

Apparently, my dad could not contain his emotions, when I decided to join the work force. What a goofball.

I realize there is quite a bit missing from this list, but I feel it would be a waste of your time to read anymore of my thoughts, and well, I'm lazy.

I do look forward to what the next year will bring, especially for things like TEETH, and WORDS, and ELECTION YEAR. Stuff like that.

Anyhow, I just wanted to say thanks to all my peeps that supported me thus far...keep it coming...in 10's and 20's, unmarked, non-sequential preferred.

Below are a few pictures from my "pre-birthday" party, held at my cousin's house in Ellensburg, where I was born a year ago today. My parents don't really know how to tell time or how to look at a calendar, but I had a good time none the less.