Just another day in paradise -

Wassup?

My size 7 (wide) kicks were starting to cramp the ole' toesies so I told MAD I'd had enough and off to the store we went. Umm..two things. 1) Did you know that metal objects are involved when measuring one's foot?  I was pretty sure I was being kidnapped and strapped to a metal shoe so I couldn't run away when nice young lady tried to "measure my foot."  YEA RIGHT, lady.  Like I'm going to fall for that one - reminds me of when that nurse wanted to "measure my head" - more like strangle me by the forehead.  I think Mom was proud of me for not giving in and listening to strangers- eventually she just said, "I think he's an 8..the 7s are tight which leads me to believe he's an 8..let's go with that."  Last time anyone will try to make me wear an over sized metal shoe.  OH and 2) you get balloons when you get new shoes even if you scream while being "measured"!!!!

Mom did another photo shoot the other night...this one for Graycie - an on and off again romance (i choose to insert the "y" as it makes her and my names that much closer) and her brother Henry (insert pound and Thomas train).  I think it went pretty well...until the end.  Here's all I know - it was a long evening, we were approaching the finishing line and mom had visions of sugar-plums porch swing photos with the siblings.  One said sibling was just a year old and as such, maybe not as stable as the other.  Her mom and dad recognized that and hung close to the swing.  Mom apparently thought that said parents were going to be an obstacle in the full porch swing photo and proceeded to request that her parents just "trust" this 1 year old for a minute and let her be alone on the swing for just one or two shots.  This shot was right before the end of the photo shoot and potentially the end of my relationship with Graycie and mom's relationship with Graycie's parents.  You can tell Henry wasn't pleased.

The salt-march is getting old and I have started to chill out a little at the ole' day care.  We actually call it school and sometimes now when I wake up since I don't know what day it is I just say "schoo? schoo?" and I get a yes or no.  I mean, I'm still not pulling any Arsenio Halls when we pull into the parking lot but I just request for puppy (my moral support), hold on tight to mommy or daddy and with no tears but a little anxiety I am handed to Ms. Dawn who proceeds to walk me to the window so I can wave and blow a kiss to mom or dad as they head off to who knows where.  I have started eating a little there as well and yesterday rocked a 2 hr. and 15 minute nap.  Yup, you heard it right - on a cot on the floor I just crashed for over 2 hours.  I am also mildly obsessed with my Monday sitter - Am (pronounced: iam).  Now when mom comes to get me in the morning - I include Iam in the line up of wanting to know their whereabouts (daddy? puppy? daisy? naddy? IAM?)

Alright - with that I think I'll go put on my "soes" and play some basketball. You should see my outside shot..it's sick.  Here are a few pics from a photo assignment mom had to do for a class she's taking. Yes, I model for a living as evidenced by my poses.