Christmas + Jazz + Birthdays + Potty Rooms = Yes, We’re Behind
// January 20th, 2010 // 2 Comments » // Mia
Hi, it’s Mia. It’s almost February. I’m almost two. I like parties. And cake. And Tink. I keep pixie dust in my pocket and blow it on stuff to make magic. Mommy has my little sister in her belly. I said, “Oh S*#t” the other day.
Dad’s downstairs building a new potty room. I don’t understand it. I go potty in my pants. Since he’s been building potties, dad hasn’t put any stories on the computer, so I figured I better log on and give you guys some stories to read so you can go night-night when it’s dark.
Since the last Website Story (a broadway funny just for mommy), Santa Claus did in fact visit me. I thought mom and dad were just pulling my chain for 24 long days, but low and behold, I watched out, I didn’t cry, I didn’t pout and just like the song said, Santa Claus finally came to town. He brought me lots of toys. I think Santa should move into my town for good.
After Christmas, we got to go to the Jazz game. Before the hoops, I got to go down onto the court and high-five the Heat. Mommy says to stay away from hot things, but I guess this time it was okay. I don’t really get it. Dwayne Wade was cool…not Heat. I like hoopies. Go Jazz. Hi Booz. Hi DWill. Hi Ronnie. Hi AK. Hi Elmo.
Mommy also had a birthday this month. She says she’s 18. I’m almost 2. She didn’t get any toys but she got a big cake. I hope that doesn’t happen on my birthday. My birthday is February 5th. For those of you who can’t count, that’s in 16 days. I like to party, and I like toys.
I have to go to bed now. Before I leave, Daddy asked me to show you a picture of his potty room because he says, “it almost killed Uncle Thomas and him”. I don’t get it. I potty in my pants. If it was so hard, why didn’t they just hang a diaper on the wall?
Goodnight,
Mia
