Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Eating Out

Dad says I'm a cheap date. If you know my Dad, then you know he's proud to call me that. This is what I like to eat at restaurants:
Water - with ice and a straw.
Little tubs of butter. Yummm. Keep your chicken fingers, grilled cheese, and noodles. I'm eating butter.

Singing

Due to the limitations of the video function on my parents' camera, some of you might not be aware that I can talk. Actually, I talk a lot. Not that it does much good most of the time. A typical situation: Mom offers me oatmeal in the morning and I don't want oatmeal. I say "No oatmeal! Nini want Whoppers." I know, I know. That's not the nice way to say it. So, I can say it nicely - "please have Whoppers, please." It still doesn't work. Try something else - " . . . how . . . 'bout . . . candycorn!" Nope. Why did I even learn to say all these things if it doesn't get me what I want?

Anyway, I've been paying particular attention to the lyrics of these little songs I hear and I'd like to share a couple with you all now. For your listening pleasure, we have today
Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

and the second verse from
Three Little Monkeys

and a coerced and rather dramatic version of the 4th verse from
Five Little Monkeys

Saturday, November 8, 2008

Ricker Reatin'


The best night of my life happened last week. Have you all heard about this deal where you knock on a door, say ricker reat, and then you get CANDY? I really like candy. I did have to wear some funny outfit, but it WORKED. First we met up with my buddies Jared and Joseph, also wearing funny outfits. Then, we went up to a door, said "Ricker Reat" and, as promised, we got candy in our bags. We did this again at every door we could find and what I discovered is that there are little ways to increase your candy collecting.
1. Get your dad or other adult to carry you between houses so you can move faster.
2. Let someone you TRUST carry your candy bag (probably not your dad)
3. When you get up to the person with the candy, jog your feet up and down and yell "CANDY!"

Here's us at our last house. Jared lost his shoes.










Before the actual night I had to try out a couple costumes to see which was more tolerable. The lion outfit won. I can't wait to try this again.