A good soak

I am definitely a bath kind of guy. Some guys won’t admit they enjoy a good soak in the tub but I am proud to say that bath-time is my favorite time of day (well, maybe second to playtime, naptime, and mealtime). And I’ve made many friends in the tub. Let’s see…. there’s Ali (the alligator), Wally (the Whale), Henry (the Hippo), and let’s not forget Kaki (the Hawaiian duck). I also acquired a small green and blue boat from the $1 aisle at Target and Nanny/Poppy bought me an Elmo gizmo, too. Between all my friends, you’d wonder how we all fit in the tub. But we do. And we have a good time. Heck, if I could have it my way, I’d invite the whole gang to join me!

Cat Food

If the cats can eat my food, why can’t I eat theirs? Chaz and Leo are quick to seize the remnants of my peas, carrots, and chicken breasts (which I kindly place on the floor for them to enjoy). But whenever I head for their food dishes, Mom pulls me away and tells me, “No, Cooper…. cat food is for cats.” I mean, c’mon, let’s not get greedy here. Can’t we share? And their dishes are in the perfect location for a quick little nibble, an afternoon snack, or a little somethin' to settle the stomach after a big dinner.

But I have a secret to share with you. Dad doesn’t know it but I have eaten cat food and to be honest with you, I prefer chicken over the tuna variety. Mmmmm tasty.

2'-8"

Some would say that I am on the short side of the height spectrum. Standing only 2’-8” tall, I see a different side of the world than most people. I see the dust that collects under Mom’s buffet table, I see the dust bunnies that live under the couch and arm chair, and I have become rather intimate with those little spring-like things that protect the baseboards from the ever-opening doors.

You would be amazed at all the wonderful things you can experience from a 32” perspective. For instance, those spring-like things on the baseboards are pretty cool. If you pull them back so they are parallel with the wall plane, they’ll vibrate back-and-forth and settle back in place after several vibrations. And you can do it again, and again, and again. Yes, it’s pretty darn cool.

Life is Good

Life is good. I don't know what all the fuss is about. Mommy listens to a talk radio station and the angry man on the other end is always complaining. Taxes. Octo-mom. Democrats. Stimulus. Furlow. But all I really hear is blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I just don't know why people are so grumpy. I think the angry man needs to look at the bright side of life, like I do.

I mean, there are still plenty of peas in the fridge. And Mommy just washed my blankie so it has that morning fresh scent. Mmmmmmm... I love that smell. It's the simple things in life that make it all worthwhile. So to me, life is good. And I hope it is the same for you. Cheers to peas and morning fresh drier sheets!

Life in the Womb

I'm coming up on my 9-month birthday and it just occurred to me that I will have been out of the womb longer than I was in it. So I guess the real question is, is life better on the inside or out?

Let’s do a little comparison.
• Food… inside of the womb I drank mommy’s fluids; outside of the womb I get peas.
• Shelter…inside of the womb it was warm and cozy; outside of the womb I get to stretch my legs, roll around on the floor, and pick up carpet fuzz.
• Clothes…inside of the womb I wore my birthday suit everyday; outside of the womb my mommy dresses me in stripes and yellow duckies.
• Toys and apparatuses…inside of the womb I had ribs and pelvic bones to kick; outside of the womb I get blocks, books, and fuzzy animals that talk to me.
All-in-all, I think life outside of the womb is much more exciting. What do you think?