very busy day

Summer is definitely here and I know this because, not only is it unbearably hot, we have had our first tarantula sighting of the year. My dad and I found it several days ago hiding under a rock in the front yard. Luckily my mom had just gone in the house. I cried about the tarantula but then I befriended it from afar. I named her Spidey. This morning when we left the house to go to the bus roadeo, Spidey was sprawled out in all of her fuzzy glory on my front walkway. She was quite sickly and did not survive the day. In the late afternoon, my dad helped me dig a big hole so I could bury her. Goodbye Spidey.

Let's not even talk about our hours-long journey to the bus roadeo (let's just chalk it up to some bad directions, worse mislabeled maps, and the inability - not my mom's - to distinguish left from right) but I had fun while I was there though I did not behave very well. I was hot, tired, and hungry and I kept trying to run away. I would have behaved perfectly if people (namely my parents) would have just let me do whatever I wanted to do . . . and chased me for miles and miles in the hot sun. I am getting faster by the day.

In the first photo, I am taking a ride around the lot on a paratransit bus. Normally I like the green buses best but not today.

I met a sweet miniature horse named Little Wanderer and I got to brush her. She tried to eat my golden hay hair right off of my head. And I tried to feed it to her.

le dentiste

Since my visit to the dentist last spring, I have been impatiently awaiting my next appointment. Today was my lucky day. We had planned on waking up on time and arriving to my appointment very early to allow me enough time to play. We slept in. I got to my appointment barely on time . . . except they had no record of my appointment but they squeezed me in. And that allowed me ample time to play. I played before. I played after. They have such a wonderful selection of toys in the waiting room.

There was one mother there with three toddlers and she had to hold each of them down for the dentist. She was a mean mother and put the kids in time out right there in the dentist office for fussing and refused to let them pick prizes and told her kids they are bad and mean. Being a pediatric dentist might be one of the least fun jobs in the world. But I might refuse service to a mother like her though.

I was the perfect patient today. I sat still for the hygienist and also for the dentist. They marveled at my perfect teeth. You might recall that, last year, the dentist insisted that night nursing would decay my teeth. NO! We were right; he was wrong. My sister is jealous that it appears as though I will have such straight teeth.

I am teething right now and should have three new molars any day now. One has already broken through the gums. ouch.

After the nap that I didn't have, I mastered the art of somersaults. I bent down to smell a flower in the front yard and toppled over; that is how I discovered I could do somersaults.

790,390 minus 2

My sister and Hector left for Seattle today. This is me parting ways with Trinity last night after we spent a nice day together (and before she put my mom to work cleaning her apartment and packing her car until 1:00am). We are all tired today as the last days, maybe even weeks, have been frantic. Trinity will spend tonight somewhere in New Mexico. By Thursday night, she will live in Seattle.

More on the move soon once I understand what it means not to have my sister living nearby. All I really know is there was a moving van, her bed is gone, and she went to Seattle but not on the airplane.

construction

Since we are quickly running out of days before we see nothing but 100 degrees for months and neverending months, I have embarked on a huge construction project. I am building some roads and digging ditches all through my front yard. I even bought a new shovel since I broke my last one.

Best of all, I have decided that I should unearth the house. My dad was initially uneasy about this ambitious project but we reassured him that 1) it sure makes me sleep soundly and 2) well, there is no number two.

school

Here is my school photo. It was taken the week after I enrolled so I was still somewhat skeptical of the situation. I love my school now and I count the days between Tuesday and Thursday and Thursday and Tuesday.

We are keeping this news a bit quiet but I recently received my acceptance letter to the best private school in Austin. When my mom went there on Thursday to drop off my enrollment forms, they wanted her to be sure that she knows just how special I am. For September of 2012, they opened only one spot for a three year old and I was the successful candidate of the 38 children who applied. It was a grueling screening process and we are relieved that it is over. That school goes through the elementary grades.

Now I have to break the sad news to my current preschool and my dear friends that I need to move on at the end of this school year. I will be missed. This current preschool has worked out perfectly.

Check your mailbox . . . I will be sending school photos soon.

sweetheart breakfast

Here is a photo of me enjoying the sweetheart breakfast at my preschool yesterday.

The party was aptly named since I have a new girlfriend. Raquel. She is fiercely opinionated and the teachers say she is a firecracker. Teachers don't normally say things like that about kids so you can just imagine what Raquel is like.

My mom and my sister attended the breakfast party with me. My mom was certain that pancakes would be served but no such luck. Instead, we had muffins (or cupcakes, as I call them), fruit, bagels, and juice. It was delicious. I ate all of my food and my mom's and my sister's too.

This weekend, I need to write my Valentine cards. I have a lot of friends and several girlfriends. I make a habit of talking to my girlfriends about the other girls I love. Is that bad style?

My mom is making me peanut butter cookies this weekend for Valentine's Day. After not caring much about peanut butter previously, I have just jumped on the bandwagon and it is all I want to eat.

February 5, 2009

Here is a photo of me on February 5, 2009. I measured 140mm. It is impossible to tell that I was going to be a boy (SURPRISE) but it is obvious just how cute I would be.

Today I am almost 34 inches tall but my dad is certain that I grew at least two inches during the night. I have been eating everything in sight, and then having seconds and sometimes thirds. And I slept quite late today (by my standards) until I had to wake up to tell my dad to PLEASE stop snoring. My dad has a chronic snoring problem though he denies it. I can do a perfect impression of him snoring.