Friday, December 17, 2010

i went on an airplane.

A Boeing 737 to be exact. The 737 has been continuously manufactured by Boeing since 1967 with 6,348 aircraft delivered and 2,061 orders yet to be fulfilled as of March 2010. The 737 series is the best selling jet airliner in history. There are on average 1,250 737s airborne at any given time, with one departing or landing somewhere every five seconds. Bet ya didn't know that did ya?

Even cooler than flying on the best selling jet, I got my own seat. I could wiggle and climb all I wanted.

Those flight attendent ladies are really nice. We got 3 packs of snacks! --which ended up all over my face.

This lady carted me around. Aaaa. The luxury of being an infant.

My favorite part: looking out the window and seeing all the little tiny lights.

New places, faces, and toys here, but I miss my daddy. I can't wait to see you!

Sunday, December 5, 2010

i met santa last night.

He's a pretty good guy. Dresses funny, but nice.

So, let me get this straight. You ask this guy for whatever you want? And he comes down a chimney to give you presents? This is awesome! I sure hope he brings his own chimney though. We don't have wunna those.

His beard's legit. I checked.

 I asked him for a baby doll--a baby sister would be ideal, but I think I'm going to have to negotiate with Santa for the next couple of Christmases to get that one--summore shoes, summore hair, paper, books, and Elmo.

"Ya got all uh that, Big Guy?......Ya sure??"

"Okay, Mom. We're done here. Can I get off this guy's lap now?"

I'm leaving cookies to lure you in, fat man! You better not miss out!

Friday, December 3, 2010

No thanks.

I don't want a hippopotamus for Christmas.

I've already got one. A pink polka dotted one. And I must say, he's pretty darn comfy.

This is the life.

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

i guess i changed my mind.

I don't really want to be Stretch Armstrong anymore. I can get into stuff! This mobile thing is AWESOME.

Plus, have you seen what this guy looks like?
W.O.W. He's totally got a mullet.

But when you're caught red-handed playing with Mommy and Daddy's wedding book...

...just strike a pose (make sure to pull up your pants first), and then they'll just laugh it off.


It's great to have them wrapped around my finger...