Slobber Slugs Makes a Public Apology

Recently, my Mommy took me to Niagara Falls to be with my beloved extended family, while my Daddy did a bunch of fantastic work around the house! (Good work Daddy!)

I must admit, despite my elation at being with said wonderful family, I was no treat.

It seems that as of late, I have been giving my Mommy a hard time. I have been waking up in the middle of the night too often to mention, throwing uncharacteristic temper tantrums, and crying an abundance of salty tears. Simply put, I've been making life with Slobber Slug a little less sugary sweet than usual.

Anyway, I would like to apologize to my Mommy.

Mommy: I'm sorry. I will get over this teething thing, and this little sniffle that has left me feeling a little sluggish for the last week, or so. I will return to sleeping through the night once I've definitely mastered the fine art of crawling. I promise. Just give me a few more days to transform into my former state of being. Then, no more melt-downs. I promise.

I love you Mommy!!

Squishy Hugs and Slimy Kisses,

Declan (a.k.a. Slobber Slug)

P.S. I'd also like to apologize to my Mom-Mom, Pop-Pop, Uncle Fart, Uncle Poop, and Aunt Tiny if I wasn't as much fun as I usually am. I love you guys! XO

Slobber Slug Earns Official Creepy Crawler Status

As of Friday, November 20th I have become an official creepy crawler! That's right! I'm getting around on all fours now. Don't believe it?! I don't care.

Image (Left): It seems my dream of becoming more like my big brother Mephisto has finally come to fruition.

I Love a Parade!

Sunday, November 15th marked my first parade - the Santa Claus parade! What joy! What glee! Hey, is that Rudolph standing before me?!

I watched the beginning of the parade at street level, and then we used our V.I.P. pass to watch front row, and centre, from "Auntie" Hamster's ("Auntie" Amy's) apartment.

Thank you for letting me watch the parade from your window "Auntie" Hamster. You're on my "good" list, no matter what Mommy says about your lurid past.

Image (Above): My Mommy is more interesting than this parade, any day!

Get Off My Back!

This morning Mommy came into my bedroom, and guess what she saw? Me, proudly sitting up in bed! YES, it's true! I can now get from my back to a seated position. If you want proof, just look at the picture of me sitting in my crib to the right. Now, maybe Mephisto will stop pestering me because instead of being a "lying target," NOW I'm a sitting, uhhhh, ummm...target. Oh, poop!

Image (Above): Proudly sitting.

Practicing My "Canon Ball" With Pop-Pop

Okay, okay, I admit, I'm too young to do a "Canon Ball" ...BUT, I'm not too slight! I bet if I was old enough, I could splash Mommy sitting on the deck! Anyway, despite the fact that I also didn't get to learn how to do a "Jack-Knife" with the best of the "long-hairs," (I didn't wear my cut-off jean-shorts anyway) Pop-Pop did help me practice getting my feet wet, holding my breath, kicking my feet, and using floatation devices: all very useful tools for sluggin' it in the slobber pool. Thanks Pop-Pop; you da' bomb!

Image (Above): Elated that I don't see any red line behind me (just Pop-Pop's leg).

Sweet (Induced) Dreams

All that "trick or treating," and candy gobbling sent me into a sugar coma last night. The result? Nightmares on Mortimer St.! I dreamt that BOTH T-Rex and Frankenstein came over for a play-date in our backyard, only it wasn't the type of play-date I have grown accustomed to. Both monsters tried to bait me by inflating my ego. They complimented me on how healthy I looked, and exclaimed they were impressed by my thick, tender thighs; round, juicy rump; and soft, squishy rolls. Then they each tried to eat me up!!! Thankfully, Mommy rescued me by telling them they weren't allowed to play with their food. Their hopes were deflated, and I was saved!

Image (Above): A still-shot from my nightmare. For more hair-raising scenes, click here or look under "Slobber Shots."