Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Yikes! I Have a Tooth, and My Parents Bought a Townhouse: Big News From Harry



That's me sitting in what will soon (ish) be our new living room. I sure hope my parents do something about the walls, curtains, and floors.

I'd show you a picture of my tooth, but my mouth HURTS, people, and I'll bite and gum anyone who tries to shove a camera in that area. You hear that, Mom? Dada? You guys better be listening to me. Apparently you're not. Is this the face of a happy baby? N.O.


Here's the new house from the outside. Even though we have our own front door, my mom will probably still make everybody take off their shoes. So wear nice socks, okay? And for goodness sake, whatever you do, don't use her kitchen scissors to open packages-- she cuts FOOD with those things-- how many times does she have to tell you that?


Just when I though my mom couldn't make us look any sillier, she decided it was so cold out that if we wanted to go for a walk (and apparently at least half of the "we" did, indeed, want to go for a walk-- guess which half), I'd have to be zipped under the big old coat she wore last winter when I was still on the inside. Cool, Mom. Real cool.


Here I am eating a cookie, whichh is much harder than you might think it is. I have only been eating non-Mom food for a month a couple of weeks, okay? It's tough to shove stuff in my pie hole. Mmmmm...pie.


My mom and me playing with every single one of my toys at once. Then she gets all overstimulated and starts to cry. What a baby.


I just realized that those idiots (that'smy pet name for Mom and Dad) are driving this train. Scary stuff.


My grandma helping me get dressed in a cute new outfit she brought me. I look huge, man.


I know-- you're thinking "Where is that baby's coat? Maybe he was right about the idiots." But don't worry. After putting me in my Uggs and my hat and mittens, they strapped my in my seat, put a blanket on me, and zipped a fleece cover over the top of my chair. I was sweating my you know whats off by the time we got to breakfast. Idiots.


Look at my curly sweaty locks.



Have I mentioned how delicious glasses are? Especially the behind the ear grease on the ends of them and the risk I take sucking on glass and sticking my tongue in the hinges-- yummy.


I do like restaurants.


I told my parents I'd help them pick out a new couch-- nice of me, huh? It;s a tough job, but someone has to do it.


Oh wow. You put me in the toybox, Mom. That's h.i.l.a.r.i.o.u.s. Do you see what I mean about the idiots being in charge? Speaking of idiots, where the heck are they? Someone messed his slacks, and I'm not saying who...

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

congratulations on the new house and your tooth, and you are getting more handsome every day.....Bomma

Cathleen said...

congrats on the house! can't wait to see more photos!

sarah said...

Congratulations on your new house, Harrison! It won't be long before you're running around all over it with the "idiots" chasing after you! LOL