Pudding ...

Well you tell me, what would you do if you were eating yummy pudding, left handed, and you could not shovel it in fast enough to satisfy your craving for the sweet stuff? You'd do the same thing I do, shovel it in your mouth with your fingers. Need I remind you of my penchant for sweets? I though not. Don't get between me and my pudding. I have teeth and I'm not afraid to use them.

But seriously, isn't pudding good! I could eat that stuff all day long. Something tells me though that the old parental units would not let that happen. Nope, they keep putting vegetables, fruits (which I don't mind, especially mandarin oranges and blueberries) , mashed up mystery meats, and assorted grains and cereals, (all equally mysterious) on my tray. You'd think after seeing me smash it into my lap or throwing it onto the floor they'd get the hint.

A side note, aren't I getting big! If you cannot read the yard stick below, I'm about 30 inches tall now! I'm huge! And putting on some serious weight I might add. Probably about 250, 275 pounds now. (Parental interjection: Fox is about 22 - 23 pounds, but feels like 250). I'm just about all grown up now. I'll soon be asking for the keys to the car so I can go driving, playing loud rock and roll, flouting authority, and stuff. Yeah, going out with the ladies, on dates, going to the movies, running errands, on the phone, doing homework. Yeah, just like all the big people do. I'll be cool ... Soon enough, soon enough.


- Fox out

Doing well thanks.

Wow, has it really been that long since I've sat down with the old man and made him post for me?  Sorry folks, I'll try to keep on top of this with a bit more attention from this point forward.  

I have to say that the pacifier recovery is going nicely.  I hardly ever use the thing now.  Occasionally I'll have a bit of a pull off the old plastic nip if I have a rough time of it during the wee hours of the morning, and then only after one of the parents has relented and stuck the thing in my mouth after a good 15 minutes of crying.  OK, maybe 5 minutes of crying, but at 3:00 in the morning, 5 minutes can seem like 15, or longer.  I did get a special pacifier treat the other day when, while cruising at break-neck speeds across the vast expanse of the living room, I crashed hard into the sofa.  I still have the remnants of the bruise on my tender forehead to confirm that unfortunate encounter.  I have to say though, I have become quite the mobile little diaper filler.  And aside from the one bruising, I am fairly steady on the old feet.  

It's a good thing too, being so mobile, with the food consumption up as a result of my pacifier addiction / recovery, were I not so mobile I might be mistaken for a basketball.  

Have a great week and I promise to post with more regularity.  I hear prunes help.

         

Through Green Colored Glasses

One of the unfortunate side effects of having a pacifier addiction is an insatiable hunger and complete lack of table manners. While I have to admit, my table manners were never up to Ms. Manners' standards, they are definitely no better now that I am a recovering addict.
While I have been told that this is a short term side effect, it can be embarrassing. I can forget about eating in public for the time being -- I won't go into the gory details regarding the most recent incident, suffice it to say I am no longer welcome at the local all you can eat Chinese buffet. Who knew Crab Rangoon won't come off rice paper?
Anyway, I'll be taking my meals in the comfort and safety of my own home from here on out thank you very much. I can let my hair down this way without worrying about embarrassing anyone -- or getting Crab Rangoon out of fake bamboo.
Enjoy the photos this week, I'm enclosing one of Big Brother and I this week, we're hanging out, watching some TV. I hear it's good for my development or something like that. Could someone have the local Chinese delivery joint send over some pot stickers and an order of Lo Mein?

Pacifieraholic

Hi, my name is Fox and I'm a Pacifier-aholic. ("Hi Fox") I first noticed a problem when I found I was inconsolable without one. At first everyone thought it was cute, heck, I thought it was cute. I could handle it. What's a pacifier or two here or there? You have one before bed, maybe after lunch. Pretty soon I was reaching for one as soon as I woke up. I had to have one with breakfast. I was sneaking a quick one when ever I could. Then it was two, even three at a time. I just didn't care anymore. I'd pick them up off the floor, from under the sofa, heck I'd even take one from the darn dog if he'd let me. I had it bad.
I'm learning to take it one day at a time though. I can kick this thing. I'm admitting I have a problem and that's half the battle right? I mean I know I've made mistakes. I've thrown a fit or two now and then just because I could and I occasionally unfold all the laundry mommy folded. I know I'm not perfect. But I realize that the big man is watching over me. Yup, there are greater forces at work in the world. Knowing someone out there has got my back, I can make amends for all I've done and kick this Pacifier addiction I have. I can be strong, man - one day at a time, one day at a time man.
My name is Fox and I'm a pacifier-aholic.

- Fox out.