Dad is a LIAR! A big, fat LIAR!

Hello Folks, Friends and the NSA!

My dad is full of promises, isn't he? He promised me that I could drive his car. Has it happened? No. He promised that he would stop with the crazy left-wing antics. Has he done it? No. He promised me that Barack Obama would be the President. Has he delivered? Not yet, he says. But, he's sure you're gonna help me make sure that happens. We'll see my friends.



And, has he "kept us up to date"? Nope.

That makes Dad a liar. Soda and cheeseburgers make him a fat liar.

Oh, for sure, dad has been busy. He's taken some more active roles in the local Labor movement. Mom let him run for the President post for the local labor council and he won (he was unopposed, but he tends to forget that fact when he tells people about it). It makes him busy and I think it helps his weak ego.

Who cares about him. How about me, you ask.

Well, in the next couple of weeks, I am proud to report that I'm gonna be a BIG BROTHER! Yep. My little baby brother Cameron is on his way. "Just about fully cooked," Dad says.

Mom and Dad got a fancy picture of him inside my Mom's tummy. I think he is cute....for a dumb baby.


I'm mighty excited. I've practiced poking the eyes of little, dumb babies that come my way. They don't like it, for sure. I have a sneaking suspicion that this will mean that Cameron and I will compete for blogging space. If we merge blogs, it wont be a big deal, as mine seems to not get updated anyway.

You should know, I've worked hard to ensure that Mom and Dad know that I'm gonna be two whole years old in July. I've found that throwing temper tantrums gets them so worked up that they take more notice in me.


Daycare is a blast. I have good friends and great teachers.

We haven't done much travelling or stuff in the past several months. And, that's not so much fun. But, I am looking forward to Dad cleaning out the garage so I can get to my outside toys (trying to use a plastic sled in the Spring is difficult).

I'm growing like a weed too. I have had a few haircuts since we last met. And, I have moved bedrooms. I have a "big boy" bedroom with a little boy bed (the kind that looks like a prison cell). Unlike all of my other friends, I have yet to figure out that I can climb out of my bed. I'm waiting for Cameron to come along, so I can create that confusion on my parents.

Oh goodness, what more can I say?

I got some new outside playthings that are especially for me! Goo Castle is an awesome playhouse with a climbing wall, a ladder and a slide! And, last Christmas, Gramma Vickie and Grampa Brian got me this great Buckey Fuller geodesic jungle gym. I like to call it my "Dymaxium Awesomething." Every kid in the neighborhood loves it.




Our neighbors, Glen and Paula, are moving. So, Dad hasn't mowed the lawn in weeks. And, he's putting up plastic pink flamingos in the yard because, he says, "I want to mess with new neighbors."


I still poop in my pants.

Mom is still going to work. At least until Cameron comes to stay. Then, she'll be at home for a few months. She still loves working where she does, but is looking for some time off.

Dad says that The Wiggles are, "the most irritating, closeted British men on the face of the Earth." Whatever. I love to dance and they do too.

Thanks to all of you for your inquiries. I'll apologize for my Dad. He says he is sorry. But, I don't think there is any excuse for not keeping you all in the loop. Bad Daddy!