Good Life

This song title is so appropriate for this blog entry because it completely wraps up my weekend and how I feel about my life right now. I truly do live the good life and feel so blessed to do so. I have awesome parents, attend an amazing school, and party with the best of friends. Although every weekend with my parentals is an adventure, this weekend being nothing out of the ordinary, but something special and to be remembered. I kicked off my weekend a little early with "good" Friday and Elmo Live. Unlike last year where I went screaming, kicking and yelling the "good" Lord's name to a far away place (the back of the theater), this year I enjoyed every drip drop of goodness that Elmo had to offer me from the bleacher seats. Sitting high atop in the balcony at the State Theater with my buddies, Emily, Josh and Sam, my eyes were fixed on the stage as the little red monster danced and sang with all the other Sesame Street characters. To the liking of my parent's bank account, I made it through another year without a $10 Elmo balloon or any other propaganda to fill my toy room with.

If you're wondering what this year's birthday party is going to be, don't worry, my mother's OCD tendencies have kicked into high gear and party planning mode is in full swing. We bounced our way over to Bounce U to test out the facilities and whether they would provide a good outfit for the big T-H-R-E-E!

Just when I thought the weekend couldn't be topped, I woke up on Saturday knowing full well that the day was going to be just as fun as Friday, if not better. This was the day I had been waiting for...we were going on a train ride with Emily. We had it planned for quite sometime that we would all meet at the train station to get on the Easter Bunny train. We agreed that we would leave around 12:30 to make it to the train station by 3:00 as the train departs promptly at 3:30. Once we got there, Emily was no where in sight. After a few phone conversations, and a conversation that went something like this: "What town are you in? We're in Stroudsberg, PA. What town are you in? We're in Phillipsburg, NJ." It was ultimately determined that Emily's mom doesn't follow instructions too well! Needless to say, we were two hours apart and boarding different trains. After all the laughs, we compared train rides; Emily wins by a long shot. Next year we will be heading to Phillipsburg for sure!

The weekend was wrapped up with an early morning egg hunt throughout my house. That Easter Bunny left me a big mess to clean up but no umbrella to be found. This was my first year for having a trail and I didn't quite get the concept of follow the path. Why follow the path when you can just skip to the good stuff, like big presents. My trail ended in a new playhouse that I can plant flowers in, grill and talk on the phone at the same time, all the while hammering my fence into place. The afternoon was spent spying on the Easter Bunny hiding eggs and gathering the goodies left behind at the Platko's.

Another Easter is in the books, and I have to say, it's gotta be the good life, good life!

These Are the Days

As I grow bigger, so do my traits, thoughts and intentions. My thoughts are ones of independence in that I am really trying to do lots of things on my own. Yet, I’m still willing to let someone feed me. For some reason I just don’t see the need to put food in my own mouth when I know that if I don’t eat someone will come along and help me out. Someday they’ll figure it all out, but for now, this works. Oh and you must be wondering how that potty training is going. Yeah…about that, it’s non-existent, my parents have resigned to the fact that I will 1) either be in a diaper for the rest of my life; or 2) will eventually succumb to society pressures and teach myself. Don’t get me wrong, my mother is filled with snide remarks, all the while I push back.

Something that I just find amusing as anything is when asked a question, I simply respond with HUH in a high pitched voice and smile. Thinking this was amusing my mother now responds back with HUH. We get into a HUH battles to see who can say it more. Oh and am I particular? Yeah, you could say that. I have to have things a certain way, or you have to do something a certain way, or I get upset. The type A personality is shining through more and more, so much so it makes my mother question where that B personality of my father’s ran off to. When I want something, I want it now. When I can’t have something, I’m going to tell you in a most definite voice that I don’t approve of your timing as you’re a slacker in my eyes. As I grow, my patience for nuances in life shrinks. But then I snap right back to the happy go lucky kid that I've come to be known as.