My Mom wanted me to do the post tonight. She said something about being tired. I don't know for sure. I wasn't really listening. I like to pretend like I'm not listening and say "huh?" frequently.
It drives Mom crazy.
You know what else drives my Mom crazy?
When Simon and I make a mess. I don't see what the big deal is. It's just a bit of markers, paper, and scissors. I personally love using scissors. I just like to sit and cut, cut, cut. See?
I think Mom lets me cut with scissors because she likes it when I'm quiet. I know it's that and because she really just wants the best and smartest baby on the block. Here's a dirty little secret though: I already am the smartest baby on the block.
My only competition is this guy. And look at him:
He can't even eat an apple. It's been almost FOUR months and he's still walking around with those silly holes in his mouth. I think it just really helps my cause: I'm the smartest and the prettiest baby on the block. Although I would be lying if I didn't admit that Simon teaches me lots of cool stuff. The best thing is that he taught me how to fart and laugh. Mom says we don't use that word. She says it's not funny either.
I KNOW! Can you believe her? Somebody tell her to loosen up and take a chill pill.
Anyways, Mom also wants me to let everyone know that she's okay. She said something about an enlarged cervical node. Mom also says we are going to go back again and get a biopsy. I don't know what any of that means exactly. I do know that I watched her go up and down in a spiffy chair today. I also know that Daddy came too.
Daddy would have held her hand but he was too busy keeping me quiet.
I told Mom she should have brought the scissors.
She never listens.