Buddy Day Birthday

Hangin’ with my Homies at my birthday party was the best gift I could have received…I thought.

We had donuts, opened presents, jumped on the trampoline, played in the sand box & played games (did I mention we did ALL of this outside on March 19…in Michigan?!?)

Then, as if some Alien-Fun-Mom took over my Mom’s body, she dangled an oversized basketball from the deck above, gave us all a bat & said we could go to town beating the daylights out of this object.  Seriously?

Again, best gift ever…I thought.

Somehow amidst the flurry of the beat-down we were giving this poor ball, Brady noticed something fall from the sky.  On cue, all four of us stopped, looked to the ground and saw IT.

Wide-eyed and open-mouthed we stood there staring at this gift from heaven.  I finally spoke and said, “DAT CANDY!”

Once more on cue, we all realized that this treat had actually fallen from the big orange fun ball we had been beating with our bats.  So I thought, “What if there’s more?”

Could it be?

Without hesitation, I swung like my life depended on it & smashed it to oblivion.

The rain storm of sweet treats was more than we could handle and we were overcome with excitement at the sight. We giggled like 2-year-old girls, dropped where we were & started opening.

After 10 whole minutes of gluttony, my Mom finally decided to stop the madness & she scooped up what was left of our haul. We didn’t care, we were too high on sugar and excitement to even notice.

BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!

Gift Giving

Today I saw a pretty (what I thought was a) fly sitting next to the door & thought my Mom would also like to share this splendor of nature.

Very stealth-like, I walked up to him and gently pinched him between my fingers to bring it to my Mom.

Much to my surprise, HE WAS NOT A FLY, HE WAS A WASP...AND THE BASTARD STUNG MY THUMB! In a rage, I threw him on the ground and stomped him to a flat death.

That's the last time I try to be nice and bring my mom a pretty gift!

Tub Time

I am secure enough in my masculinity to confess that I love the tub, but I really love the bubbles that go along with the tub.

3...2...1...BLAST OFF!

Frankly, I can’t think of a more appropriate date for my birthday.  Three years ago, on 3/21, I came into this world like a bat out of Hell, and haven’t stopped to look back (which, from what I’ve heard, I wouldn’t have wanted to see anyways).

I have spent the last three years preparing my family, friends, and the world for what is to come under the reign of Brennan.  Giving everyone a little taste of life with Master-B at the helm has been eventful, entertaining and downright hilarious for all to see and experience.

Raise your pints and toast to the life you once knew, because in 2056, on my 47^th birthday, you will be captivated and entranced by the slogan “B-4-P In The Land Of The Free!”

So enjoy another year of what The-B and The-Blogs have to offer.  Because if 2 was good, 3 will be awesome!  Hold on and enjoy the ride, it only gets better from here!

PS – Happy Birthday to the twin I left behind.  Our family thinks it was God’s Plan that I was all this world could handle, but together I know we would have ruled the world, Brother!

Goodbye Terrible Twos!

Today is my last day of being 2.  I’ve heard this year is called “The Terrible Twos”, so I’ve decided to send it out in a similar style to which I’ve lived it…full throttle.

Since the moment I rolled my aggressive behind out of bed this morning, I’ve been a complete nuisance, irrationally naughty, and downright angry.

I’m sure my Mom is thinking this all ends tomorrow…I’ll be 3, after all!
I say, just wait.  The only difference is I’ll be bigger, older, smarter, stronger, and know more words (and not the kind you were hoping I knew).

In a nutshell, take my age of 2, multiply it by 6, subtract 3 then take the square root and you have one of two things…someone with an aching brain from simple math or better yet, ME!

Look out world, I’ve got plans!

Wild, Wild West

I am easily enticed to behave during our frequent trips to the grocery store when the incentive is a ride on the mighty stallion “Sandy”.  For a mere penny, I can enjoy 60 seconds of blissful and imaginative heaven, envisioning the freedom of riding the plains on my trusty steed.

Then the music stops, my Mom puts me back in the cart and I’m sadly brought back to the reality of my non-horse existence.

Someday my Love, someday I will find a way to free you and we can fulfill our dreams of livin’ the good life.  Maybe when I'm 3...

Be Specific...

As you know, I always listen.  I always do exactly as I am told.
So when the instructions were given, “Please go pee before you get in the car.” I was happy to oblige.

Without question, I took myself out to the garage, opened the car door, stood on the running boards, relieved myself on the garage floor and got in the car.  I even hopped into my car seat and attempted to buckle.

When questioned about my motives, simply put, I said, “I go pee.  I get in car.”

Naturally, I was confused by my Mother’s disapproving reaction.  Put that deep sigh and eye roll away, Lady.  As far as I am concerned, I did nothing wrong.  As a matter of fact, I think a “thank you” is in order for my obedience.