addiction

it is not pretty, people. i have an addiction.

i like my Finding Nemo computer game and the Homestar Runner website more than i like my toys.

i wake up early and yell, "NEMO! NEMO! STAR!" to mom, in hopes that she will get up and turn on the computer.

i know how to click on the Firefox shortcut and find homestarrunner.com under daddy's bookmarks. nobody showed me how.

i would play/watch them all the time, if i could.

i am counting down the days until my Trogdor t-shirt will fit me.

too cool for my own good.

i wanted these really, really cool glasses, but mom said they were not worth ten dollars. i disagree.

but they taste so good.

this is how to pass the time in the car. people think it is funny.

good times

lacy and i build a snowman.

3 feet tall.

so today, we saw the doctor. do not worry; it was just a check-up to see if i am growing and can talk. good news! i am and can. i am three feet tall now. i think this is why people always ask mom if i am three years old. should i be two feet tall, since i am two? i like being tall, but i think mom and dad are too short for their ages.

mom has stopped keeping track of the words i say on the calendar, because she was running out of room. i have moved along to sentences, since the words themselves were not really as earth shattering anymore. still, they can not completely understand me. i find this frustrating, but they are getting better at it.

daddy is sick. he has to go to the bathroom a lot. good thing i wear diapers, so if i catch it i do not have to sit in the bathroom all day. unfortunately, they do not have anything for you to wear on your face and catch barf. maybe someday i will invent that!

i will put some pictures from the ski trip on here soon!