Sunday, October 2, 2011

Biting

My sister suggested taking me to "the most magical place on earth and wishing upon a star" that I stop biting so we don't get kicked out of another gym.  As brilliant a marketing sceme as Disney has, I think she will need more than a cricket with a top-hat to break this guy.

Finding Holes

Do you have any idea just how many things I can fit into the multiple holes on my face? A LOT!  I started the morning inserting a green M&M into my nose.  After my mom fished it out, she threw it in the garbage.  That's right, a perfectly good M&M, gone.  She thinks that will "cure" me of this new found fun-time, dream on sister.
I then lodged a soft shell corn tortilla into my eye contact lense-style.
I'll keep her guessing which orifice is next...

The Pool...The Pool Bubbles

I love the pool!  Actually, I love the bubble blowers in the pool.  While standing on the bench, they are perfectly place for maximum satisfaction. If you think I can't stay in one place for too long, put me in front of one of those happy-makers and my grossly satisfied smile will prove you wrong.

Egg Balls

Do you know how long it takes my mom to wash her hands in the bathroom right next to the kitchen?  The same amount of time it takes me to throw 10 eggs across the kitchen & watch them splat on the island...approximately.  I happily handed my mom the 11th egg when she came back and proudly said, "Egg-Balls!" Why would they be shaped like a ball if I wasn't meant to throw them?

The Shower

Today I thought, "what would happen if I opened the shower door while holding the sprayer oozie-style?"  And much to my delight, I discovered that the water reaches all the way across the bathroom.  I filled the garbage can about 2 inches, sprayed out the window & then used the toilet seat cover as a target. My mom was clearly amazed at how wet things could get in only 30 seconds & no doubt thankful that I started her much-needed cleaning process.  I'm sure she will thank me later...

Intro

Welcome to the B-Blog...a summary of life as a 2 year old (told from my perspective) so you can appreciate all of the fun we have (or use it as a form of birth control...your choice).