Blowing Up

A few weeks ago, I had a dream or something that my bed puffed me up. It felt like the bed was pushing me up and it felt furry like a bear. I walked out of my room disoriented and told Daddy that my bed puffed me up.

He took me back in my room and we said a prayer that I would feel safe and sleep well. It worked. I slept great that night and my bed didn't puff me up any more.

Ever since then when it's my turn to say prayers, I pray that "my bed won't blow me up." So far, so good. I haven't been blown up again yet.

Tour de Playground

Yesterday was a nice day, so Daddy took me and McKenzie to the playground in our neighborhood. I decided to ride my bike there while Daddy and McKenzie walked.

There are a few hills between our house and the playground, so it was a bit of a challenge. Actually, going down the hills was the scary part. I'd inch forward and then put on the breaks, a few more inches and then the breaks. Going up the hills was easier. I huffed and puffed, but I made it.

When we got to the playground, I missed a turn and found myself hurling down a hill. Luckily a tree stopped me. I hear it was like the time Grandpa used a tree to stop himself when he was skiing. I got a few scratches on my face to show for it.

96 Years Fast

Today Daddy took us to the park. We took our bikes with us. The park gave me more room to ride than what our driveway allows. I raced around the sidewalks.

Afterward, Daddy commented on how fast I had gone. "Yeah, I went 96 years fast," I said. That's fast.

Something New

In my school today, we got to listen to Barrack Obama. I was excited. Every time I hear someone say "Barrack Obama", like if Daddy's listening to NPR, I say "They said 'Barrack Obama'!"

I thought it was pretty cool to be able to listen in today. I'm excited that Barrack Obama is our new president.

Merry Christmas

I've been so busy playing with my Christmas toys that I haven't had time to post. Sorry for the delay.

Along with lots of other cool stuff I got for Christmas, I got a new bike. At first, I had a hard time pedaling and watching where I was going at the same time. That's how I wound up darting down the hill at the side of our house, with Daddy scurrying after me.

But by day two, I was a natural. Check it out.

I Just Called to Say...

My friend Ashley from Charlotte came to visit. We were buds when we were only two years old. We used to hang out together at the gym while our mamas worked out.

Actually, Ashley lives in Oklahoma now. Her family moved there when we moved to Atlanta. I guess she couldn't stand the thought of living in Charlotte without me.

Last week, Ashley's family stayed at our house on their way home from Disney World. It was cool to hang out again. After they left, I kept talking about how funny Ashley is; how she made me laugh. I think Mama noticed I kept talking about her.

Mama: "Do you like Ashley?"

Me: "Yeah."

Daddy: "Do you wanna kiss on her?" (He means "kiss her". He throws an "on" in there to improve the cadence.)

Me: mumbling

Mama: "Huh?"

Me (sheepishly): "Yeah..."

Mama: "Do you want Ashley to come visit again?"

Me: "Well I can't kiss her over the phone..."

Smokey Mountains

We spent last weekend in the Smokey Mountains of Tennessee. It was about a three hour drive from our house. We had to drive through North Carolina, my home state, to get there. I was excited to see my home state again, even if all I saw was pavement.

The place we stayed in Tennessee had an indoor water park where we swam the first day. It also had an outdoor playground where we played every day. Other than that we just slept in and hung out.

On our drive home through Smokey Mountain National Park, we pulled over and took a little hike. While McKenzie fell in the mud, Daddy and I took pictures.

After we got over the mountains and were driving back through North Carolina, I got the urge to go. Daddy said he'd pull over when he found a respectable looking gas station or restaurant. There wasn't much to choose from, though. A few miles later I warned him it was an emergency. "I'm bound to go in my pants," I urged. He pulled over at the next station. Crisis averted.