So the countdown to Christmas is in full swing. My parents keep trying to explain this holiday season to me using story books. So far I've figured out that a baby was born next to some cows and donkeys while a fat man slid down a chimney to deliver a Wii. My parents have insisted I take part in all of the holiday rites of passage to include dressing me up in a velvet faux suit and sitting me on the lap of a man that most likely eats beef stew straight from the can at truck stops 11 months out of the year. My mommy thought it would be hysterical to purchase a large sock with a reindeer head attached. To make it better it has bells and sings. My parents decided to play it for me over and over because it made me shreak in fear. Check out the video below. For those of you interested in my next journey, mommy and I will be leaving Virginia on Tuesday for Atlanta. While down south I will be visiting state #9, Alabama. We will then be leaving Atlanta for Las Vegas, NV (state #10) so I can see my Grandma Chris, Grandpa Mark, and celebrate Great Grandpa's 89 birthday. I'm just hoping to make it to 1 with parents like these.
(Thanks Patti and Jay for the very cool sweatshirt!)
(Traumatic event number 1: Introduction to the Bumbo chair.)
(Traumatic Event #2: Forward facing in the stroller and the penguin hat.)
Traumatic Event #3: the faux suit.
Traumatic Event #4: Sitting on a strange adult man's lap while he wears a costume.
Traumatic Event #5: Needs no caption. Someone call CPS immediately.
