Friday, December 31, 2010

Christmas at Aunt Susan's

After my SB Xmas, we went to see my Grandpa Fred and the Feezell Family in Claremont. We had fun on Christmas Eve opening presents and exchanging gift cards. I also got to see my cousins, Mia, Sammy and that sass-pot down there, "baby Megan." If she is a baby, I'm not sure what that makes me. But she is sure cute!


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Wednesday, December 29, 2010

The First of Many, Many Christmas' to Come

By my basic math, I have more grandparents than the average kid. I celebrated four Christmas' this year around central and southern California because everybody wants a visit with the Wee Fee. I'm a hot commodity among the Baby Boomer generation. The first Christmas I celebrated was at Grammy C and Grandpa Mike's house in SB. I got the most bitchin' stegosaurus lunch box. My dad is so jealous. I also finally snapped a photo with my Great Grandma Dede. We like to sing songs together and discuss the upcoming royal wedding and tennis.


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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Junk In My Trunk

Mom has me trying out the most unflattering cloth diapers. If you think my back side looks "fluffy" you don't want to see the front. The ladies can hardly control themselves when they see how green I am. Oh, and ckeck out my latest trick. I can roll both ways now!


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Tuesday, December 21, 2010

I'm 5 months old today

Five months ago my parents stopped sleeping. But I am worth every waking minute of it. In my five months in this great world I have learned many things. My family is large, fun, and hard to keep track of. My mom and dad really love singing the "green speckled frog song." My dad is far better at getting me to laugh than my mom, who is mostly business. I like milk. I hate the octopus in my play gym. And there seems to be this strange worm that has it out for my toes. More on that soon. Happy birthday me. All 15 + lbs of me. Boo-yah!
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Sunday, December 12, 2010

Dead trees?

Adults have strange customs sometimes. Last week with my Grandma Christine and Grandpa Michael, we went to a place where people go to buy dead trees that they put inside their homes. I'm a little confused, I was under the impression that it is good to have living things - that's why we water the plants in the house, and why my mom feeds me. Living = good. But anyway, we got a dead tree, and we paid for it too. It's a wee tree. We brought it home and decorated with lights and ornaments to celebrate some thing that is yet to come; I'm told it's a big deal and that I need to be good in order to celebrate it. Good? I AM SO GOOD. I remind my mom of this fact every night at 10:30 pm, 3:00 am, 5:00 am and then I start to remind her all day at 6:30 am. I hope that's enough. Can't wait for what's to come! I wonder if it involves this miniature donkey?
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Friday, December 3, 2010

Tutu's and Weave's? What's next?

This week I met my mom's, mom's, dad - my great grandpa Weaver (aka Alan Copeland). He made a trip up from Hollywood just to meet me. A groovey dude, for sure. You can also see him in his youth, as a "leading man" on the Bob Crosby Show HERE, at around 2:00 min.
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Wednesday, December 1, 2010

I'm a Butterball, and that's a turkey

To celebrate Thanksgiving, we drove up to Nevada City to see my Nana and Grandpa Don. I also got to meet my Great-Tutu. You see, Tutu is the grandma of my uncle Jamie (stay with me, this gets tricky) and the step-grandma of my mom... anyway, they call her "Tutu" instead of "grandma," which therefore makes her my Great-Tutu! Which also might make her some sort of Mayan God, I dunno. But I got to meet her and spend some good lap-time trying to do crossword puzzles while my Grandpa Don smoked a turkey on the Webber - giddy up!


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