The Mustard House

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.

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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.

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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?

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Goodnight,

Mia

Merry Santa Claus, Everyone!

// December 23rd, 2009 // 3 Comments » // Mia

Mia wanted to send everyone some holiday cheer…and is there a better holiday offering than “Merry Santa Claus?”  We thought it nutshell’d the season quite nicely.

The Great Pumpkin Overdose

// October 19th, 2009 // 4 Comments » // Mia

Hello Ghosts and Ghouls.  On Saturday, mom and dad took me over to the pumpkin patch.  Now I’m not sure, but aren’t pumpkins supposed to be somewhat spherical?  Dad usually bounces one around the house and it’s pretty dang round.  I think he calls it Spalding.  I’m not sure why.  I think Handy is a much better name.  Anyway, these things were laying on the ground and I actually felt bad for the dirt.  I like dirt.  I like rocks.  I like sticks.  I don’t like squashed pumpkins.  I don’t like squash.

Despite the pitiful selection, I still had fun.  As you’ll see from the 1,007 photos we took to commemorate the experience, dad needed the help of a wheelbarrow to cart the pumpkins.  I needed to help dad lift the wheelbarrow and mom needed the help of the wheelbarrow to simply survive the day.  The Circle of Wheelbarrow Life.

We wandered around the field trying to find pumpkins that wouldn’t get us kicked out of the neighborhood for having them on the porch.  We needed four – one for me, mom, dad and the little pumpkin growing inside of mommy’s belly.  I have pizza inside my belly.  Pumpkins sit in dirt and you shouldn’t put dirt inside your belly.

Eventually we tracked down three pretty pathetic Spaldings.  Dad said that since we grew one little Spalding in our own garden that it could be used for the one growing inside mommy’s tummy.  I don’t really understand the logic.  I don’t know what logic is. But I was happy to give up the hunt because the place had a frickin’ tractor.  I don’t know if you people watch Handy Manny, but he was rescued after his motorcycle got a flat tire on his way to his family reunion by a guy on a tractor.  It’s good enough for me, it should be good enough for you.

That was pretty much the day.  Once we got the Spaldings home, dad washed them off and put them on the porch.  So far, we haven’t had to leave the neighborhood.  If we do, do you think they’ll let us move into Disneyland?  Here you can see the pumpkins sitting on the steps.  You’ll notice there’s a little guy standing at the top.  I call him Miko.  I don’t like him.  Dad says he gives out candy, but I’ve yet to see it.  Right now, he just stands there staring at me with a weird look on his face.  He better not be eyeing my toys.

I have to go to bed now.  Bye.

-Mia