CHEETOPOCOLYPSE: The Sequel

Oh yes...many an innocent Cheeto hath perished this day. Let it be a lesson to all brave snack foods everywhere... 

 There is no escaping... The Bashness!

Waitin' in line for the Big Man

Ok, don't go all hater on me... but I got to see the Big Man in Red today. Yep, that's right, the original Santa himself! I sat on his lap and everything!! We chilled, chatted about SpongeBob, and even photo bombed some of the raindeer...Rudolph was pissed! Oops, can I say pissed on this thing? What the crap, its my blog anyway, right?

Yeah, me and ol' St. Nick are like total CFF's (Christmas Friends Forever). Check out my pics.

Baby selfies

What's this button for?...

First Turkey Day!

Gobble,  gobble... that means, "Yo, what up peeps" in Turkey-nese.

So we just had a big celebration thing. All the family was here and seemed like they had a good time. Mom and dad were organizing and planning for a long time to make sure it all went well. And daddy worried about everythong as usual. Someone tell him to take a chill pill, will ya?...

Like I said, everyone seemed to enjoy it. They ate a lot of food...well, I guess it was food. It didn't look at all like what I'm used to so I'm going out in a limb here.

Anyway, it was all pretty, smelled yummy and we took naps after. Here's what it looked like.

Caught gettin' my blog on

I don't know if anyone's really noticed but I haven't been posting lately. Well, my good friends, there's a reason for that. 

Ya see, normally I have to be all covert and secret like with my blogulating activities. I try to sneak into daddy's office when nobody's looking and get my blog on. If they knew what I was up to (or that I can read and right for that matter) it might thoroughly freak them out! Maybe even cause them to expect more out of my daily routine, like putting away the dishes or changing my own diaper. That would suck... 

Anyway, I used to be able to maneuver this technique, no sweat. But since I've been sleeping all through the night, mommy and daddy have been getting some extra sleep. They aren't walking around like zombies anymore and that means its harder for me to grab daddy's computer inconspicuously. Here's proof! 

The last time I tried to share my blogitude, daddy caught me. Not my proudest moment but it gives you an idea of the nonsense I have to deal with. Not sure when I'll be able to post again. I'll give a shout out when I can! Peace out folks!

I've so got this.

Ok, so how's this eating thing supposed to go again? Is it bite spoon, blow bubbles in food, smear on face and shirt?...then cool, I'm totally getting the hang of this.

Toes for toofies

I have recently found out that my own toes are possibly the best remedy for sore toofesses. I know my Mommy and Daddy are probably not happy to hear this...seeing as they actually spent good money on specialty items to help. Who knew, right?

Anyway...take a point from Bash, if your toof hurts, just put your foot in your mouth. It feels much better. 

I guess I'm a chip off the old block, as they say. I've heard that Daddy puts his foot in his mouth when talking to people all the time.