Christmas + Jazz + Birthdays + Potty Rooms = Yes, We’re Behind

// January 20th, 2010 // 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

2 Responses to “Christmas + Jazz + Birthdays + Potty Rooms = Yes, We’re Behind”

  1. Uncle Thomas says:
    January 21, 2010 at 7:44 am

    Dear Mia, It did almost kill us, but just look how beautiful it came out. But for your mom and dad, I’d do it again. Any day of the week. Now we need to work on the floors, which dare I say it, should be easier. As long as your daddy has enough of the black daddy juice cooled in the garage. See you soon. Love you very much,

    Uncle Thomas

  2. Auntie B says:
    January 21, 2010 at 11:49 am

    Hi, Mia! It’s your partner in crime, Emmy. Hey, try this one on your mommy and daddy…”I got it, Mom!” You get to wear your potty panties on your head and put your shoes on the wrong feet and eat Otter Pops before dinner. Try it, it really works!

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