We'll be spending New Year's Eve with Nana and Poppy...

Nana speaks French, so I hope she'll tell me what this song is about. I like it, but I have no idea what they are saying. The video is pretty too....

My New Year's Resolution...

... is to be more assertive. I've done the baby thing and waited for my bottle like a good little kid. I'm starting to use my words and now I'm ready to say, "Hey, I'm hungry.... gimme some crunchies!" Mommy says I should say, "Please", but if I want something, I want it now.

This is a photo of me trying the assertive thing out. I'm pointing to my mac and cheese, but it looks like I'm disco dancing. But I don't think Mommy is on board with this assertive thing. She usually looks at me and waits for me to calm down. I think this year will be interesting. I will be heard and taken seriously!!!

Music Break!!!

I'm tall for my age. Every time I go to see Doctor Sherri, she says, "Yep, she's still in the 95th percentile." That means I'm taller than 95% of the other kids my age. Everyone says I should be a supermodel or a basketball player when I grow up. I wish I knew what I was doing to make myself so tall. Maybe it's the applesauce. Or the mac and cheese. I love mac and cheese.

But even though I'm really tall for my age... I'm still smaller than everyone else. So I have to hold Daddy's hand in the parking lot. I still need a highchair. And everyone expects for me to act like a big, bad 3 year old when I'm not even 2! It can be tough being small. My New Year's resolution is to just be me. I'm good at that. Oh, and this is the band Milkshake. You can find other cool tunes on Jitterbug: Music for Hip Kids.

I'm tracking Santa!!!

Google is awesome! Apparently, they know Santa too and they gave him a GPS tracker so I know where he's giving gifts. You can follow him too! There's even a Santa-cam! Click here and everyone around the world can see where he is. But Mommy reminded me of Santa's rules. If I'm awake, he doesn't drop off gifts. I must be technically asleep for the gift-giving to occur.

I saw Santa!!!

We have a really great Volunteer Fire Department. Mommy said they know Santa really well, so every year, Santa makes a visit. She didn't tell me HOW he makes his visit. I was asleep last year, and I didn't know the whole story on this Santa guy.

Well, the Volunteer Fire Department gets in touch with Santa, and they get all of their trucks and then when it is really dark outside (around 7pm).... they LIGHT THEM UP AND HAVE A PARADE!!! They go up and down the streets making a whole lotta noise. So, we went to our front porch and waved. A fireman gave me a candy cane and Santa waved at me from on top of the fire truck. It was awesome. I'm such a lucky kid.


Dear Santa,

Thanks for stopping by. I like my candy cane. Mommy said not to play, wear, or eat any of my gifts until I send a thank you note. Thank you.

Love,

Somethin' to think about....

I play with a lot of book and toys that my parents kept from their childhood. They want me to be careful with them, but they thought if it was good for them, it's good for me.

Mommy said there's deeper meaning in this cartoon... somethin' about the daddy in the picture is some guy named Calvin and how things come full circle. Whatever. I think the tiger is cute lookin'.

It's not easy being a little kid....

That's why I started this blog... to show how being a little kid can be a bit challenging sometimes. This guy just wanted a drink of water. I feel for him. I haven't tried drinking from a hose yet, but I have a feeling it would be like this. I can drink from a cup, but I find that whole gravity thing fascinating. So I always turn it over and dump it out.

My parents never give me juice. Ever.

Dear Santa....

I'm not the only one who finds you intimidating. Check out these kids.

Maybe you should shave.

Love,

Sadiebug

Dear Santa,

I know it looks like I have a lot of toys from this perspective. But I'm a busy kid who likes to learn a lot. If it isn't too much trouble... I'd love some new crayons for Christmas. Oh, and Edison Jackson Bear, IV would like Candy Land. He heard it's a fun game.

Love,

Sadie and Edison Jackson Bear, IV

P.S. We had a lot of fun giving other little kids toys at the Toys For Tots. Sorry if I was a bit shy. You can be intimidating in person.

If I'm ever President or Vice-President of the United States...

... you can be sure my mommy is coming with me. This is Joe Biden and his mommy. There's a lot of talk about the new elected people bringing their mommies with them. I think it's a good idea. I act better when my mommy is around. Don't you?

I've been practicing my drawing skills...

... and I sometimes miss the paper and draw on myself. I also like to eat my crayons. They are such yummy colors, I thought they would taste as good as they look. They don't.

But I thought this shirt might help when I'm doing my artsy stuff so Daddy doesn't have to do laundry as often. He doesn't like doing laundry. You can get it here.

I'm exploring different career paths...

Some days I want to be a politician, 'cause I'm a people person. Other days, I like the idea of going into real estate. It's the family business. But then I have moments where I think, "I love books!" I do. I love Curious George, Dr. Seuss, and I occassionally find a new, up and coming author that I like to promote.

So, Mommy said that I should talk to Miss Melinda Jane (aka. Mrs. Tomerlin) about becoming a librarian. Mrs. Tomerlin works with books every day at a museum library. She's always learning something new and she's surrounded by books all day. I like the idea of that.

Note to Santa: You can get this shirt in my size (probably a 4, in this case) at this site here. I'd wear it to storytime at the library.

Me and Daddy make each other laugh a lot...

We come up with new ways to make each other laugh.

Sometimes he sings wacky songs (tonight's lullaby was the theme to Cheers.) And sometimes I yell, "Weeeee!!!!" from my car seat when he is driving and turns left. I found this and thought he would find this joke funny:

The children were lined up in the cafeteria of a Catholic elementary school for lunch. At the head of the table was a large pile of apples. The nun made a note, and posted on the apple tray: "Take only ONE. God is watching." Moving further along the lunch line, at the other end of the table was a large pile of chocolate chip cookies. A child had written a note, "Take all you want. God is watching the apples."

At this very moment....

I was born on a Tuesday.
My star sign is Aries.
My birthstone is Aquamarine.
The season was Spring.
I was born in the Chinese year of the Pig.
The US President was George W. Bush (Republican).
The UK Prime Minister was Tony Blair (Labour).
I am 1 year 8 months 11 days old.
It is 110 days until my next birthday.
In dog years I am 7 years old.
I am 621 days old.
I am approximately 14,906 hours old.
I am approximately 53,660,824 seconds old.

I found this on a cool website... click here to find out your info...

Awww... man...

I'm too big for this outfit! It only goes up to sizes 9-12 months... But if Santa needed a few little helpers, I'm there. Even if I don't get to wear this outfit. Maybe I could just pull out my Leprechaun outfit.... it's in Christmas colors.

Daddy put up our Christmas Tree....

But my parents won't put any ornaments on it. They actually think I would do this to the tree. *sigh* Okay, I would like to take this moment to say sorry to Daddy when I climbed onto the couch, grabbed the big cup of cola on the bookshelf and dropped it on him. It was an accident. But no, I don't plan on doing this to the Christmas Tree. I promise.

You wanna know who's cool?

Canadians. They are pretty awesome. That's my Nainie and me when I was really, really little. She used to be Canadian, but then she magically became American. Mommy said this actually took a long time and a whole lotta paperwork.

Mommy also asked me to put this website on my blog because a lot of people would think it's really cool. It's called You Can't Do That on Television. Mommy said it was a Canadian tv show that she and my uncles used to watch all of the time when they were little. It had funny skits and people being slimed with green stuff. I've seen Mommy slimed, but it was after I threw up on her. I still hate peas. But I guess on this show being slimed is funny. Mommy didn't think it was funny when she got slimed.

So, today's thought: Canadians are awesome.

Mommy is keeping me from the computer!!!!

I want to play with Elmo, and I usually do it on the Sesame Street website. Then I can watch only Elmo videos or only Abby Cadabby videos, depending on my mood. But now she and Daddy think I'm a little too into the computer. All I do is run up to it, point and yell, "ELMO!" But they were getting worried that I wouldn't play like the other kids. So, now I'm trying to prove to them that I can play like a normal kid. I play with my Ball Popper, then I run around with my pushy Lion, and then I look at a few books... but I really like the computer. A lot. Then Mommy said she was worried that I would end up a teenager with relationships like this one:

My revenge...

Since Mommy and Daddy won't let me near the computer... I have come up with my own plan.

They started limiting the computer about 2 weeks ago. Apparently they haven't noticed that since they started monitoring my computer time, I have "conveniently" started waking up at 4:30 AM and then proceed to yell. Sometimes they so desperate for sleep now, they plop me in their bed and hope I'll go back to sleep. Instead, I stand up, look down at him, and say, "Hi, Daddy!"

I'm going to see how long I can keep doing this until they give me back my Elmo Time.

Now Mommy is trying to limit my TV Time too!!!

Not cool, Mommy. Not cool.

I'll see you at 4:30AM.... on Thanksgiving Day so you can't sleep in.

Dear Santa,

I've heard you are really influential in the toddler age group. I know Christmas is coming up and that you are currently writing you NAUGHTY and NICE list. I'd like to point out that I've really tried to be a good kid this year. I'm friendly, open to new people, and I share. But when I go to Storytime at the library, I notice that some kids aren't like this. I find it sad. They grab other kid's toys and don't care what other people think.

Their Mommy and Daddy don't teach them manners, or how to get along with other people. My Mommy says that manners show that you care about people. But she also said that some parents don't think that's very important. It's a priority in our family. She said some parents can get lazy, and don't teach their kids how to be nice.

So, Santa, the reason I'm writing is to ask you to look at your NAUGHTY and NICE list, and make sure everyone is where they should be. Mommy calls it karma, I just think it's important to be fair.

Love,
Sadiebug

Did you know....

...sneezes regularly exceed 100 miles per hour? I find that fascinating!!!! I always laugh after I sneeze 'cause it just seems like such a funny thing. That's my science bit for the day. Now I'm off to watch some cartoons...

I was looking over my Christmas List last night before bed...

...because I wanted to get Mommy, Daddy, Nana, Poppy, Grandpa, Nainie, Grandma, Uncle Bryce, Uncle Eric, and my teddy bear Edison Jackson Bear, IV really cool Christmas presents. So I counted my pennies, punched a few numbers into my calculator, and.... realized what Mommy meant by an "Economic Recession Caused by Greed on Wall Street and Extreme Globalization."

Wow.

Bummer.

Guess I'm going to be making some homemade gifts this year. But they will be made with love. Time to get my Crayons out of my artbox....

The Official Halloween Picture for 2008

It is not my style to sit still. I just don't do it. But I did for this one photo so everybody could see me in my Leprechaun costume for Halloween. You'll see this hat often. I like wearing it when I get all creative on my Fisher-Price Piano. That's when I rock out like Elton John.

But this is me. Halloween, 2008

Now this is the sign of a leader...

But he seems kind of like a dictator, and that might not work in my department when I become the Head of the Office of Toddler Affairs at the White House. I'm more of a collaborator. I'm putting his application in the "Maybe" pile

Mommy is turning into a geek again...

The new trailer for the next Harry Potter movie came out, and Mommy is getting all excited again. You can see an HD version on the Leaky Cauldron. When Harry Potter movies come out, I end up spending time with Nana and Poppy while my parents go out on a date night. She was really, really mad when the WB bumped the movie until this summer. She was really looking forward to that date night. I heard my parents really liked going to bookstores on date nights before I was born. They even met when they were both working in a bookstore a long time ago. Mommy told me they fell in love in the Travel Section. They took me along with them to the bookstore where they met when Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows came out in July of 2007. We stayed up WAY past my bedtime. I fell asleep in the Romance section (it was crowded and that section was quiet.) When we got home Mommy took this picture of me and Harry with her cell phone. I was about 4 months old. She said she plans to get me my own set of books when I'm old enough. Some of her copies are falling apart already. She reads them a lot. And then she reads other books ABOUT Harry Potter. Like books about how Harry Potter relates to International Relations, and Science, and Moral Decisions, and even Psychology.

My mommy is a big nerd.

(but I love her anyway.)

I find this autumn season to be invigorating...

I've been blogging, and playing. Sometimes I'm dancing. I'm practicing my words. I sometimes throw things just for fun. I take all the books off the shelf. I rearrange furniture (to make it more feng shui). I hide in closets. I like grabbing Mommy's purse and running around with it. I unzip Daddy's work bag. I eat crunchies. I throw crunchies on the ground. I drink from a cup. I spill stuff that's in my cup. I take my pants off. I take my diaper off. I yell. I laugh. I pout. I sneeze. Icky stuff comes out of my nose when I sneeze. I pull my socks off. I lose at least one sock per day. I want to play with Daddy's keys. I flop around when I'm tired. I nap. I don't want a nap. I want my blankie. I don't want to be in the pack n' play. I watch Sesame Street. I yell, "Elmo!" and "Abby!" I put my jammies on. I take my jammie pants off. I accidentally break the handle off of Mommy's mug. I smile. I show off my bellybutton. I poke Daddy's bellybutton. I give Mommy kisses. I hug Daddy (sometimes I run into him and then hug him). I fall down. I slip on stuff. I tap dance in my cool sneakers. I do a lot.

Apparently, this makes Daddy very, very tired.

Yeah, my Uncle is a soldier...

I've had a lot of Obama on here lately... but my Uncle is also a U.S. soldier and I miss him a lot. He's at Fort Bliss in Texas right now, and was in the Middle East earlier this year. We don't know when he'll be sent back again. He's been stop-loss'd. I asked Mommy what that means, and she said that Uncle Eric volunteered 4 years ago, and that when he was supposed to leave this April. But then the Army said, "Nope, we aren't letting you." So he has to stay and put all of his plans for graduate school on hold. I think that's really mean of the Army to do that. But I still love my Uncle Eric and want him to come home soon.

Happy Veteran's Day to my Uncle Eric and to all of his friends!

It's not easy keeping up with this blog...

I'm always begging Daddy to upload my pictures because he has the program at work. But when he goes to work, he's really busy. But then I also have to come up with other photos, new websites, videos, and then there's my side projects: Barefoot Books and The Toddler Political Movement... giving toddlers the right to vote. But here's a run through of how I do this blog. I've been doing it since I was born. It was exhausting at first because being an infant is overwhelming. But I've added more little widgets and stuff as I've grown.

I write out my thoughts during Jeopardy...

...because some of the topics on that show are a little boring. Well, I think they are boring. They never do a Sesame Street topic. Or a Nursery Tale topic. I'm going to write to Alex Trebek about that.

I also look for good videos...

like this one. This video was the Obama campaign lip-syncing to the Les Miserables song "One Day More". Ed encourages me to be a bit political now and then.

Then I type my thoughts into my blog...

They don't make keyboards for little fingers. I might contact Bill Gates about that.

Then I push PUBLISH...

And I'm done with that entry. Then I go over to Sesame Street and look at some videos. I'm still deciding who is cooler... Elmo or Abby Cadabby. I just got some cool Elmo pajamas, so I'm on a bit of an Elmo kick right now.

I am also the Head of Internet Marketing for Barefoot Books...

Whenever you to go to this website, I'm the one that writes the little family info. I also choose which books to highlight for the month. A lot of people don't know that. They think Mommy does it. But here's proof it's me.

After all that blogging...

... Ed and I play Magazine Editor where I publish a magazine for political toddlers seeking the right to vote. I hope President Obama asks me to head up his Office of Toddler's Affairs. I did apply for the job. This is the page for the Bush Administration... but word in Toddlerville is that he wasn't very interested in hiring toddlers, which I found discouraging. He also didn't make family issues very high on his agenda. President Obama has outlined his thoughts on family issues. His views would give working parents more time and flexibility to be with their toddlers and that's really cool.

He looks nice...

Mommy and her friends are really happy this morning. I think this "President" thing sounds kinda cool. It might be a good career move for me. Sadiebug for President ~ 2048!

I wonder if Springsteen could play at my Inaugural Ball.

Yeah, I voted (sorta).

This is the t-shirt my Uncle Bryce gave me awhile ago. Isn't it awesome? Mommy had me vote with Daddy to make sure he did it right. She wanted me to check that he voted for the right person. If he didn't, I was supposed to grab his red baseball hat and throw it on the ground. Mommy and I speak a secret code.

Sometimes they disagree on who to vote for, but there was no arguing in the house this time around. They call it "Dixie Chicks-ing" because it all started when a member of the Dixie Chicks said something nasty about Texas and Mom and Dad disagreed about whether the Chick should have done that or not. They argued about it for a long, long time. So whenever they disagree in politics... it's a Dixie Chick! One of them shouts it, and then the issue has to be dropped because they will never agree. It's funny to watch.

I also want to state one other thing: I'm still mad that toddlers aren't allowed to vote. It wasn't even on the ballot this time around! It better be next election day, or I'm going contact all my toddler friends and we are going to start a non-profit.

I know you all want to see my Halloween pictures...

I have more, but I have to wait for Daddy to upload them from the camera. But these are from Nana.... I didn't like wearing my hat. It felt funny. Actually the belt felt kind of funny too. I also fell asleep before The Great Pumpkin arrived.


I tried to give out luck to anyone who would take it. And so, I'm sending luck to you too!!! Can you feel it? It kinda tingles. I also might use this outfit at Christmas as the Long & Foster Christmas Elf. (The market is a little down, and I think I can stir up more business as their mascot.)

Mommy might be crafty enough to make people...

... but she really isn't so good at knitting. I'm still waiting for my blue sweater. This is my blog entry to remind her to get on that, or else I'll be trying it on next spring.

Mommy gives me advice on shopping...

She suggests shopping for Christmas early when there's a sale.

Note to self....

Don't do this.

If you would like to see other video... Mommy posted it on her new blog that she created just for her. She thought my blog was so cool, she decided to try it herself.

In case you haven't heard....

Today is my Mommy's birthday. She's 30-somethin'. In honor of her birthday, I put on this pretty dress and am going to serenade her with a song I learned recently.

*Ahem*

Happy Birthday to you....

Happy Birthday to you....

And here's the big finish.....

Happy Birthdaaaaayyy tooooo Mooooooommmmmmeeeeee!!!!

*Gasp*

Haaapppy

Birthdaaaaay

Tooooooo

Yooooooou!!!

And that's it from me.

Ooooh. Sesame Street is on.

Happy Birthday, Mommy!

Mommy has this rule...

...that I don't need "princess" stuff. Her thinking is that if boys get to be cowboys and astronauts, that they can actually BE those things someday. I will never technically be a princess unless I marry a prince. And even then, what do princesses actually DO all day? It sounds kinda boring. Snow White takes care of 7 short guys. And Sleeping Beauty slept all day. And most of them just play around with animals in a forest. Beauty had to hang out with a Beast with a bad temper, but at least she had a really cool library to distract her from him being a jerk. But I digress....

She wasn't sure how she was going to handle the "Barbie" issue. I don't know who Barbie is, but she's alright, I guess. But Mommy said she was worried that I might only care about my looks rather than the brain in my head. I'm a thinkin' kind of kid. Then she found these.... This is Space Camp Barbie. Mommy said there was an Astronaut Barbie when she was a kid. And she even had a Business Barbie who had a briefcase and everything (including uncomfortable high heels). But because of this Space Camp Barbie, she said she's reconsidering her Barbie views. Right now I could care less. My favorite thing to do is watch Elmo on YouTube. And play with my pretend cell phone and sing certain parts of the Alphabet song. And dance. I really like dancing.

Meditation Moment...

I'm still working on my yoga positions and my breathing.

This picture calms me.

*sigh*

Dear Mom and Dad,

I know that Halloween is an exciting time for you... and it is for me too. Last year, you dressed me up like a ladybug and flew me around to meet people. It was a lot of fun. But I have to say, thank you for not putting me in a pot like this poor kid. I don't think that would've worked for me. I would have tipped it over and climbed out. Plus, since we saw Dr. Sherri yesterday, we noticed that I'm really, really big for my age. I'm almost off the chart. If toddlers had a basketball league, I would be their forward. So, if I had a costume like this one, it would be a very tall sunflower.

But I am excited about this year's costume. And I'm lucky to have a family like ours. We're a lot of fun.

Love,

The Lucky Little Sadiebug

If you like my blog...

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I've been testing boundaries lately....

This is what I have learned so far...

1. I can stand on the floor, but I can't stand on the coffee table (after I climb up onto it.)

2. I can play with my books, but not with Mommy's and definitely not with Daddy's. Pulling them off the shelf is not a game (but I think it is fun.)

3. I can scream as much as I want to, but it doesn't mean they will respond (but Mommy gives in about 3.7 minutes faster than Daddy... she's my main target when I really want somethin'.)

4. Screaming until I throw up is not good for anyone. I get messy, and the parentals get frustrated. But when I do this, I always make sure that it doesn't land on Owl, Dolly, or Miss Ladybug.

5. I shouldn't lift my shirt up in public even if I want to show off my bellybutton. But no one has really stopped me either, so this one is optional.

6. Smiling always helps me get what I want. This works for the parentals, Nana, and Grandma. But Poppy is a sucker for it every time. I think I might ask him for a pony.

Wow....

This is me when I was born. I remember wondering, "Where the heck am I? And who are these people? They look nice."

They were. You can even see where my nose was a little mashed up from being in Mommy's tummy. We were still at the hospital and Daddy went home to get stuff ready in my nursery 'cuz I arrived a little early. Mommy only had her cell phone, so that's why these are a little fuzzy.


This is me now... (okay, this was taken a few months ago.) I have a little more hair, and it curls a bit. But that's me. Now I get it when Mommy tells me I grow like a really speedy sunflower. I'm pretty big for my age.