Christmas Poll Results

Okay, my poll results are in, and some of you aren't so "nice!" TWO of you said I should ask for coal 'cause "I ain't been nuttin' but bad!" Do you believe that? Whoever you are, I hope you got reindeer droppings in your stocking. Two of you said I should ask for my two, top front teeth. Well, guess what, I got double that! Yup, four of my upper front teeth are making their way into this world as I type. Three of you said I should ask for "a multitude of toys" and I got that too! Mommy is currently in the process of deliberating a new home or a reno.. No one said I should ask for a "new winter wardrobe." I guess you all think I'm already stylin' enough. Well, prepare for supa' style 'cause I got a winter wardrobe that'll knock your socks off! I'd like to thank those of you who voted. You're lotsa' fun!

Image (Above): Documenting the Twelve Days of Christmas on my Chalkboard.

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas...

I'm "simply having a wonderful Christmas time!" This Christmas morn., I made my way to Niagara Falls to celebrate with my Mom-Mom, Pop-Pop, Uncle Fart, Uncle Poop, and Aunt Tiny. I couldn't believe mine eyes when I walked in Uncle Poop's door! There was a 10 foot tree stacked with presents which, in most part, were for ME! Mommy says we're going to need an addition on our house! I think that's a good idea because my birthday is just around the corner.

Anyway, I had so much fun this Christmas. I danced, I played, I sang, I got hugs and kisses galore, and I ate turkey like it was going out of style. Christmas is indeed the most wonderful time of the year!

...until you get woken up by your family at 1 AM because they're singing and playing Beatles songs. I have to admit, Pop-Pop sings a good diddy, and Daddy beats a mean drum. Uncle Fart is a pro on bass, and Uncle Poop can strum a wicked guitar. Aunt Tiny and Mom-Mom are definitely on their way to stardom! And, hark, I think I heard an angel sing "Dear Prudence." ...Oh, that was my very own Mommy! Mommy, you're the best singer in the whole entire world - past, present, and future! (Hey, I know the hand who feeds me turkey.)

I love Christmas time. I can't wait to do it again, and again, and again!!

Have a very merry Christmas everyone!

Image (Above): Spending the most wonderful time of the year with my wannabe rock and roll band

On the Eleventh Day of Christmas...

Santa Claus is coming to town (and Grandpa too)!

We first celebrated Christmas Eve. by having a feast of filet mignon kebob. Grandpa brought us this amazing feast! Thank you Grandpa! It was dee-lish!

I decided it would be in my best interest to save some of the left-overs for Santa. I'll be leaving him some kabob, and some carrot sticks and hummus for his eight tiny reindeer. (You may have figured it out already, but I've gotten pretty good at sharing as of late. In fact, I'm now offering Mommy & Daddy some of my rice crackers - even though I love them so!)

Anyway, after eating, we opened our gifts! You wouldn't believe the load I received ...and that was just from Mommy & Daddy! I can't imagine what Santa, Mom-Mom, Pop-Pop, Uncle Poop, Aunt Tiny, and Uncle Fart have in store for me tomorrow! I carefully crafted the prior sentence to include the word "store" because I'm sure they bought-out at least one!

Well, now that I've been sufficiently fed, it's time for me to nestle my head. Santa's made his list, he's checked it twice, and I'm sure he's decided I'm not naughty, but nice! (I'll fill you in on the verdict tomorrow).

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

Image (Above): Grandpa loves my pajamas! Hopefully Santa will like them too (they're from my Mom-Mom, and they're another one of my little attempts at getting on Santa's good side).

On the Tenth Day of Christmas...

I stepped in reindeer poop! OH NO!! Is this a sign? Does it mean that I'm gettin' nuttin' for Christmas?! But, I ain't been NUTTIN' BUT GOOD! This can't be!

You better "Run, Run Rudolph," 'cause I'm gonna' kick you in the leg! Doesn't Santa know ANYTHING about curbing his reindeer?He'd be fined if he lived in Toronto.

Oh, Mommy just said, she was joking. WHEW! The "reindeer poop" was actually black ink. Mommy and Daddy just wanted my "paw print" to put on my first Christmas decoration that Mom-Mom got us (thank-you Mom-Mom!).

Oh, and I guess you should know that I was just joking too. I wasn't really going to kick Rudolph in the leg. I don't even know how to kick yet - unless Mommy or Daddy helps me - and they wouldn't have approved of such violence. And one more thing, I know you curb your reindeers Santa because you're a good man, and good people curb their animals.

I look forward to you coming over tomorrow night Santa. I'll leave you some Armenian prime-rib on a stick. Does that sound good? Maybe some pita and hummus too?

Is everything okay between us now?

Image (Above): Not your average "paw." As a result, we had to get creative with the print.

On the Ninth Day of Christmas...

I became "(Declan) the red-nosed reindeer!"

For those of you that aren't aware, lately I've been practising opening and closing cupboard doors and drawers. Well, today, upon experimentation with one cupboard door in particular, I "stumbled" across a nice, big bottle of something called "Gin." Basically, I had the "bright" idea to drink from this bottle as I do my bottle of formula, and guess what happened?! I started to feel a little strange - sorta' tingly. Then, my nose started to swell and it turned bright red. Mommy laughed and called me names: If I remember correctly, it was "Gin Nose." I don't know, my memory of the whole incident is a little "foggy." Anyway, that's my (fictional) story. I think it will go down in history (like Pinocchio).

Image (Above): Why is the room spinning?

Image (Left): After the room stopped spinning, I suddenly grew extremely hungry. I must say, that was the best plastic nose I ever chewed on.

On the Eighth Day of Christmas...

I performed like the "Little Drummer Boy!"

Mommy & Daddy gave me a new toy drum, and I used it to make the sounds "a-rum-pa-pum-pum." I can perform using one or two sticks, and believe you me, my beats are really "sick." Sometimes I get a little wise, and use my hands to improvise. So watch and listen, 'cause soon you'll see: the new born "King" of drums - is me!

Image (Right): Performing "Beat It" for Mephisto

On the Seventh Day of Christmas...

"I saw (Mephisto) kissing Santa Claus!" ...and there was no mistle-toe in sight. We took him to "Pet-Smart" for this special treat, and he jumped on Santa's lap and asked for a stocking of chicken meat. Before Santa was done, I heard Mephisto say, "Thank you for giving me your attention today." He licked his face, and off he jumped, walking the aisles with his chest all "pumped."

Image (Left): Mephisto sucking up to Santa

On the Sixth Day of Christmas...

We wished Grandma, Grandpa, and Auntie Lara a "Merry Christmas," and Daddy a "Happy Birthday!" Yup, we celebrated Christmas with the Bozabalians early this year because Grandma and Auntie are going to a wedding in Ireland over the holidays. It was a fantastic celebration with lots of good fun, food, gifts, and my favourite...hugs & kisses!

Have a fun and safe trip in Ireland Grandma and Auntie Lara. We'll miss you.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DADDY!! Don't worry, you're not nearly as old as you look.

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Image (Above): Christmas with the Bozabalians

On the Fifth Day of Christmas...

I climbed "up on the (stair) top!" It's true. I climbed up eleven steps all by myself. Of course Mommy was standing behind me, and Daddy was at the top of the steps. This is quite a "step up" from my usual milestones because now I'm making my way up in the world!

Oh, and one more thing: Ho! Ho! Ho! I understand "No!" When Mommy or Daddy says "No," I stop and reflect. Sometimes I decide to stop what I'm doing and I crawl away. At other times, I stop what I'm doing and lay face-flat on the floor, with my hands above my head in submission. And then there are the times I decide I'd rather call the shots, than stop.

Image (Above): Reaching for the top!

On the Fourth Day of Christmas...

I spent the afternoon "rocking around the Gymboree" with my baby buddies at our first ever Christmas party! We all donned our Santa hats, sang, played games, and ate to our heart's content. Thank you to all of the Mommy's for making this the best first Christmas party ever! I'd also like to send a special "carol out" to Mommy Corrine for organizing this festive occasion! You're on my "good list" Mommy Corrine!

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Image (Above): 2009's Official "Miniature Santa Impersonators"

On the Third Day of Christmas...

I "jingled bells." I jingled them to assorted Christmas carols like "Jingle Bells," "Deck the Halls," "Winter Wonderland," and more! My jingling is quite sophisticated. So sophisticated, in fact, that I was able to jingle one bell while gnawing on the other.

Image (Left): Oh what fun it is to jingle a bell or two today, hey!

On the Second Day of Christmas...

I "decked the halls (& living room)!" The tree is decorated, the wreath adorns the door, and the Christmas lights are aglow! All that's left to do is hope that Santa places my presents under the tree. (Oh, and hopefully he won't forget to put four tiny presents in my mouth as well.)

You might notice that there's no skirt around the base of our tree. That's because Mephisto keeps parading around with it on his back like he's some sort of king. Hopefully, we'll get a picture of this soon. Anyway, I certainly hope he doesn't think twice about wearing my presents on his back. That would be naughty, not nice!

One more thing: I'm happy to say that I had two special guests on this "second day:" Mom-Mom and Uncle Poop (a.k.a. Uncle Shawn). Mom-Mom baby-sat me while Mommy and Uncle Shawn went shopping for gifts-a-plenty!

Image (Above): Uncle Poop and I outshine the Christmas tree! ...oh, Mommy just told me the lights weren't plugged in.

On the First Day of Christmas...

I sat on Santa Claus! (Don't worry, I didn't squash him,) and I told him "All I want for Christmas is my (four) front teeth." They've been coming in for a while now, and it would be nice to get it over with already! (I didn't tell Santa that last part.) Not to mention, my two bottom, front teeth would greatly appreciate their company as well, since they've been doing all the chewing by themselves so far.

Anyway, I found Santa very curious. At first, I simply stared him down. I pulled on his beard a little, and then realized I was in good mittens. As a result, I smiled nicely for the camera. Mommy and Daddy later decided to join me. I find them much more interesting than Santa. Hopefully, they'll remember that this Christmas.

Image (Left): Santa will testify on my behalf: I'm a good, little SlobberSlug and deserve to get my four front teeth

Image (Left): Giving Santa the once-over

Image (Left): Uh-oh! I think I see Dasher making a run for it!

Get My Parents Outta' My Hair!

Thank you to Mom-Mom & Pop-Pop who have kindly baby-sat me four times over the last four weeks. I've felt a little suffocated by my Mommy & Daddy's persistent presence in my life over the last little while, and this was a much-needed breath of fresh air. I had a lot of fun reading, singing, playing, and hugging & kissing. I can't wait to see you again!

Images (Right): Playing with Pop-Pop & reading with Mom-Mom.

Oh, and speaking of "reading," you may not know this yet, but I am an EXPERT at turning pages in a book.

My "Ma Ma" Comes Before My "Da Da"

I've perfected quite a few sounds up to this point such as "ba, ga, & la," but most importantly, these days I'm indiscriminately saying "ma & da." Mommy is proud to say that "ma ma" came before "da da." I am proud to say that I do a fantastic sheep impression: "ba, ba, baaa, ba, ba." I'm also pretty good at naming over-played "artists" on the radio: "Ga, ga, gaaa, ga, ga." And if that hasn't impressed you, I'm even quick to spot a dummy: "Da, da, daa, da, da." Hey, I just realized "Daddy" and "dummy" are interchangeable!

Image (Above): Teaching Da Da (a.k.a. "Duh-Duh") how to read. Shhhhh, don't tell anyone he's a Teacher.

Give Me a Standing Ovation

Today I mastered getting up into a standing position on my own. Here Mommy caught me in action: using the toilet for assistance. Hey, don't laugh; he's a "stand-up" guy!

Image (Left): I'm King of the World! Here I am standing next to the throne.

Pushing My Luck

Take a look at me showing off my latest move: push-ups. Mommy captured this photo of me doing one on a box. I got so good after a few tries, that I only had to use one leg. Beat that!

I think I'll try a one-legged, one-armed push-up next.

Image (Above): Mastering the one-legged push-up.

On Bended Knee

Don't get all excited! I'm not pinchin' any lyrics from "Boyz II Men" okay, nor am I asking my girlfriend Isabella to marry me. I'm simply perfecting 'standing' on my knees for cryin' out loud. I'm sure this move will come in real handy some day: like when I get down with my JYD Mephisto and bark at the moon in our backyard, or better yet, when I scrub the kitchen floor for Mommy.

Image (Above): Beggin' for scraps. Unfortunately, I'm at the wrong table.