This is the true story, of one baby, strike that, BIG BOY, picked to live in a house, with a dog, a mom, and a dad, AND A BABY BROTHER to find out what happens, when you stop being inside a uterus, and start living large.
Disney announced Wednesday that the Pixar sequel Cars 2 will race into theaters a year earlier than planned. Originally slated for release during the summer 2012, the pic will instead bow in the summer of 2011.
Summer 2011. Less than 3 years away. So, like, double my lifetime. Crap. That seems like a long time.
Cars 2 should carry my obsession through elementary school. I'm pretty sure Mom is hoping for a Cars 3 and Cars 4, too, so that I'll be well distracted from noticing girls until after high school. You don't think such an extended Cars obsession could hamper my ability to talk to girls, do you? Wow. It's all part of a master plan. Does Mom have stock in Pixar?
I turned 3 almost 3 weeks ago. It was quite an event. G-daddy, G-mommy, PapPap, Grammie, Uncle Jeff and Aunt Liz all came into town to celebrate with me. Nini, Cody, Claire, Art and Catherine came over as well. Even Shawn and Shannon stopped by. The abundance of playmates was AWESOME!
I'll let the pictures speak for themselves, but must add three notes:
First, I gotta give props to Grammie and PapPap for wearing yellow shirts at my party! I can dig it!
Second, what is up with Claire making out with my Baby Josh doll? Is that what girls do? Claire, babe, I don't know what kind of parties you've been going to!
Third, one of my gifts - really a gift to all mankind - is that Mom finally donated the "Project Exploration" shirt that she is wearing in the picture below. She's had that thing since elementary school. That's just not cool "old school."
I loved having everyone around for my birthday. That was hands down the best gift of all!
Josh's interest in my attire is curious, at the very least. Today, after getting dressed, I walked into the living room and the following conversation ensued.
J: That’s NOT fine Mom!
M: What’s not fine?
J: Your clothes.
M: Why?
J: Because I want you to wear yellow.
M: I don’t have any yellow clothes.
J: Yes, you do. You have a yellow shirt in your closet. It is yellow with clown hands on it.
For the record, the shirt that I had on had yellow on it but was unsatisfactory because it was not entirely yellow. I didn't change my clothes and everyone survived.