They Say It's Mommy's Birthday

My mom got to celebrate her first birthday with me in the world. I tried to sleep in but I woke her up anyway (I guess I'm just to used to routine). Daddy and I got mommy some really pretty flowers and although dad wanted me to smell them, I just really wanted to touch them. My report? Flowers feel rubbery, at least the ones I got my hands on. My grammy also came down for mommy's birthday and she got to give me a bath and I splashed like a mer-man. We also got mommy a cake and she and daddy had me try some icing but I thought it was kind of yucky.

Speaking of trying things, at mommy's birthday lunch, daddy and grammy had the audacity to tell mommy to make me try lemons. Can you believe she did it? We'll be having a talk about this just as soon as I can form sentences. As you can see by my video, they rank right up there with bananas and icing on my list.

Mad About Beefs!

So mom got this big box for her birthday from her friend Mes in Chicago that said "Portillo's" on the side. For some reason she was just so happy. I don't know what the big deal was, it was just meat (me, I'm a pureed foods guy, so there's no chewing involved). However, there was a hat inside, so I guess it was kind of a present for me too. Mom said someday she and dad will take me there to eat. Hopefully by then I'll have some teeth but for the meantime I'm pretty certain I look good rockin' this hat.

No Joy In Mudville

So this, my dad tells me, is what it's like to be a sports fan. I've been a way a while, taking stock of my feelings after a week in which Ohio State lost the BCS National Championship Game (again), this time to LSU, while the Colts were knocked out of the playoffs by a shorthanded Chargers squad. As my man Stewie Griffin would say, "What the deuce?" It's a good thing I'm too young to remember this long term, I'm afraid it would scar me forever as far as sports go. I just feel a sense of loss, a feeling of uncertainty in all things ... ooh, what's that, something shiny? Sorry, I completely forgot where I was going, I am easily distracted.

I had a visit from my GM Nikki this weekend, which was awesome. She brought me a Winnie The Pooh safari bear and took me and my parents to the Hard Rock Cafe. She says she works there but I didn't see her cooking anything when I was there. Who knows? She has curly hair and I have to admit, I like to look at it.

A Whole Lot Of McCartneys

A few days after Christmas, mommy and daddy took me up to Bowling Green State University where they went to college and met. My (a)uncle Tom also came along and we met my mommy's friend Kari for lunch. They had chicken-and-cheese stuffed breadsticks. Me? Well, if you've been paying attention, you know I'm still sucking down bottles. We also went to my great grandma and grandpa McCartney's house and my grandma and grandpa drove up to meet us. We got a picture with four generations of McCartney men. Let me tell you, that's one fine looking picture.

My First Christmas

Even thought I traveled all the way from Kennesaw, Ga., to Peru, Ind., Santa Claus still knew where I was on Christmas Eve. That guy is something else, I tell you. He left me a lot of nice things, including light-up rubber duckies, a plush Spider-Man, a remote control Jeep Wrangler and lots and lots of clothes. I also got to spend Christmas with my big cousins Alexander and Jamasen. They got all kinds of cool toys and were able to run around the house. All I got to do was slobber. My nana and my mamau and papau also got to see me on Christmas. My dad made me watch A Christmas Story and just like in the movie, my mommy, daddy, uncle Brian and aunt Jes ate Chinese food on Christmas night!

Papau Says I'm In The Sports Capital Of The World

I made my first visit to Indianapolis with my mommy, daddy, papau, mamau and Chris. I can't believe I was in the home of Peyton Manning, the Pacers and a little track where they hold "The Biggest Spectacle In Racing." I got to check out Conseco Field House, where Jermaine O'Neal and the Pacers get busy on the hardwood and Circle Center Mall, where Hoosiers get their shop on and I also walked around the cirlce (at least strapped to my mommy) and saw horse-drawn carriages and a really neat Christmas tree. I think I'm in love. But don't tell anyone down here in Georgia, I am supposed to be a Southern Boy after all.

Giggles With My Great Mamau

I went to visit my Great Mamau and Papau in Indiana for Christmas and boy did I have fun! I played patty-cake with Mamau and she had me giggling so hard-I loved it! I thought I would post the video so you could see how much fun I had.