Flashback Time

I don't know if you've fallen victim to this, but apparently my Dad loves to take pictures of people when they've fallen asleep. He's got quite the collection, going back to college! You should really see some of the one's he's got of Mom when she falls asleep on an airplane, because she tends to sleep with her mouth wiiiide open when she falls asleep sitting up like that. They're hilarious! Just don't let Mom catch you looking at them. Oh boy, does she get mad. And then it turns into "I thought you deleted that?!?" and Dad's mumbling something about "found a backup copy" and I'm getting sent off to bed. Hey! Is it my fault that the pictures are funny?

Well, enough about Mom. I think she reads this sometimes and I don't want to give anything away. And I'm kidding about getting sent off to bed - we've got a cool bedtime ritual that we do absolutely every night. But that's just for me and Mom and Dad (and occasionally a visiting Grandma or Aunt Melinda) so we'll leave it at that.

Because this is about me! I was sick with a cold last week and I fell asleep on the couch one night. Naturally, Dad grabbed his camera. That turned into this week's Sunday Spud pictures, but it also turned into the flashback machine, because the new pictures look just like some of the very first pictures anyone ever took of me.

First Flashback: Sunday Spud #1 vs. Sunday Spud #116. See the resemblance? Granted, in #116 I've got a bit of a rash going on my face. But that's what happens when you've got snot running out if your nose all day long! I think it's pretty cool to see me at two hours old and then at 2 years, 2 months, 13 days, 21 hours old. My hair has changed, but it's still me!
Though where are my eyebrows in the first picture? Did somebody shave them? Sounds like something Dad might have done to somebody sleeping back in college... [Ed: Nope, just drew on people with markers.]



Second Flashback: One of Mom's favorite pictures of me ever from when I was just shy of my three month birthday (top) vs. the picture from this weekend (bottom). You can see I take up a lot more of the couch now, and I don't sleep spread-eagled any more. It's still me though. A lot more of me is leg now!

Election Night!

Wow, this election thing seems pretty big. It's all Mom & Dad (and Grandma, and anyone else I run into on the street) have been talking about for the last couple days.

Election night is finally here, and it looks like I'm going to get to stay up late! This is so cool. Plus, I get to watch "Dinestines" [Ed: Little Einsteins] on my travel DVD player while Mom and Dad are monopolizing the big TV. Actually, that looks like the Backyardigans - one of my other discs. They're really fun too!


I got to drink all the juice I wanted, because Mom and Dad were drinking "Mommy and Daddy Juice" for the evening too. I tried their juice a little bit, but I didn't like it as much. Dad was playing on the laptop with something called Facebook all night, and every now and then he'd laugh really hard at something and Mom and I would look at him and wonder what was wrong with him now? He's always laughing at funny times when no one else is. Happy guy, I guess?


Anyway, later on, they got all excited because a guy named Obama won. I can see why - that's a really fun name to say! o-BAAAAA-ma! Obama obama obama obama. Actually, if you really want to hear somebody say that name funny, you should hear our Governator Ahhnold say this guys name. I can't do an Austrian accent very well yet, but you can probably imagine him saying "Senatuh O-BAW-muh". Though I kinda think that Ahnold doesn't like him very much for some reason. Not sure why - he seems like a nice enough guy!

However you say his name, it seemed like quite the big deal. There were people on TV crying and stuff. Grownups even! The only time I've seen that before was that one time when I ran full speed into Dad and headbutted him right in the [Ed: Okay, that's enough out of you. Stick to the topic please!]

Sheesh. Dad's grumpy this morning. It was a big night. Mom and Dad tried to explain that sometimes people cry when they're happy, but I'm not really sure how that works. I only cry when something hurts or if I'm not getting my way. When I'm happy? Not sure why I'd cry then.

Maybe I'll understand when I'm older.