Monday, January 31, 2011

A Brady/Rascal Day

This is my brother, Rascal. He is one cool guy.

Yesterday, I was like, "Hey Rascal, wanna hang out with me today?"

He said sure, so we started out doing some line dancing.


That guy has some great moves.



Then we decided to play football. Of course he wanted to be the quarterback, so I decided to be the center.



Yo dude, when I spike you the ball, you throw it to Dad, it's not that hard!!


I spiked it too hard. :(



I had to pose with his ball. 1.Because I look so good with it. 2. Because nothing makes Rascal more energetic than when I have his ball!

Then we decided to play baseball. I had to take off my clothes because I'm only good at sports in my diaper. I misunderstood the rules, I didn't know that you hit the ball and then ran. I thought you just held the bat, put it down and then ran.


This ones going out of the park!


Then we decided to play basketball. Man that guy has reflexes like no other! I could never get a rebound.


I did dunk it once or twice though.

A video of us playing catch.
All in all, a good day with my best friend.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Rascal's 5th Birthday and some other fun crap

Gosh, will I never hear the end of it? Mom never approves of my titles for my blogs, but you know what, I think crap is an extremely appropriate word for a 9 month old, especially one that is getting two (yes, 2!!!) teeth in at the same time. Seriously, cut me some slack lady! Here are some recent pictures. Ladies with a weak heart please be warned, I am looking pretty good in these pictures so take caution.


So this is my new favorite thing to do, it's called pulling up. Crawling is old news now, standing is where it's at!! My most favorite thing to do though is to pull myself up, and then let go and most of the time someone catches me, but it's fun to see how loud I can cry if someone doesn't! It's probably the best game invented. Ever.

I hate teething and I hate this outfit.


So I may or may not have stuffed all of Rascal's dog food in my cheeks. You be the judge.


Alright, party time!! I have decided that now that I am 9 months old, it's more appropriate for me to wear jeans and no shirt rather than be completely naked. (Sorry ladies)



You know people have asked me, "Brady, is it hard being so cute?" And the answer is yes. I think that Brad Pitt and I have more in common than most would think. I mean I have not fathered multiple children (that I know of) and married a weird lady with big lips (I don't think that the christening gown section of Babies R Us counts) but lots of people think I'm cute. Did I lose you? Sometimes people compare me with Baby Einstein...oh forget it.


This is the birthday boy, Rascal. Looks good for 5, huh?


Yep, Rascal got a cake. Has my mom lost it for good?


And my dad too?



The cake before Rascal and I got ahold of it......


........ And the cake after


Finger lickin good. And no people, those are not my fingers. They're my mom's short sausage fingers. I already cleanly licked my fingers off people, sheesh!



Oh then my parents thought it would be a good idea to try bananas again. Yay.

Yep, they are still the worst thing ever invented.


Ok I lied, if I'm doing woman's work like dishes, then I take my clothes off. That's how Daddy says girl chores should be done. (Mom note: Honestly, I don't know where he's getting this from. We have never said that nor done that, I apologize to those he has offended.)

Just take a second to take this all in.

I know your hearts are probably racing girls, just take some slow, deep breaths.



I got put in jail again....this time for looking too good.


Dad and Rascal too.
I've got to go now. Mom says we have to go bring Rascal's poop in to the vet. I plan on giving them a sample of mine as well.

THE END

Oh wait, here's a video of Rascal opening his presents with my help. Mom thought it was cute.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Brady Clapping...Yay!!

Brady can clap! Thought it was cute! :)

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Life of A Crawling Man

This crawling thing is AWESOME!! I love it. I'm able to get wherever I want, I can play with whatever toy I want, I can make my parents follow me wherever I want, and I can annoy Rascal whenever I want! Also it snowed here!



Rascal and I watching the neighbor snowblow




Why is he so horrible at it??!


Just hanging out with my buddy Rascal talking trash about the neighbors



Snowsuit=baby straitjacket




Showing the neighbors a thing or two about how a real man snowblows. Sheesh!





Cool!....snow sucks


There's just something about a good crawl that just makes me crazy inside! See?




Mama, I come get you!! Feed me.....and change my diaper. All that smiling made me poop.



Don't judge me. My bottle leaked and mom (of course) neglected to clean it up. I will let none go to waste.



Oh crap, that wasn't formula....that was beer! :(


Yeah I can stand at the recliner by myself. Think that's a big deal? I can also leave the biggest drool stain known to man on a recliner.



Mom thinks it's soo cute to take pictures of me crawling. Really mom? Do I take pictures of you doing the dishes, cleaning, and cooking? I'm just doing my job as a baby, get over it.


There's just something about a recliner that puts a man to sleep


Ha, yeah right mom I wouldn't be caught dead doing the laundry, I was just checking for drops of formula.


Oh, did I tell you this one? Mom and Dad decided to put me in jail! Why you might ask?



Hahahahahaha, I will never tell.....



Oh, by the way this is Rascal. He just got a haircut and his 5th Birthday is on Sunday. Send him a gift, card, or a shout out.




Just me crawling like a gangster.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Some Nana and Papa Time

Ugh, mom changed my title. It was something to describe the last week I had, but since it was so inappropriate, mom changed it. Don't believe me? Well let me tell you the week I had last week.

Soo last Monday morning I wake up and can barely open my eyes. All I can see is this yellowish crust crap. So I think to myself, "Brady, have you hit the jackpot, have you turned your eyes into formula machines?" I didn't get a chance to try eating it, because my mom came into my room, swooped me out of my crib, took one look at me, and off we were to the doctor. They called it pink eye. I called it pure torture. Not only was it not formula, but my eyes hurt like hell and my parents kept holding me down putting these drops into my eyes. PURE TORTURE!!!

So then on Tuesday, I'm starting to feel a little more like myself. I have myself a bottle, and put myself to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night and I was able to bark like a seal!! So I think to myself, "Brady, how awesome is this? You have a new noise to use, sickk!!!" Then my mom ran into the room, picked me up, and was all worried saying cough it out buddy, you're going to be ok. Um, duh mom, of course I'm going to be ok! Well she made me sleep in the swing the rest of the night (pure nausea) and in the morning what my mom calls a cough was much better. However, this "cough" thing wasn't so cool. I would do it, and then get this taste in my mouth, let me see...how can I describe it to you? Have you ever tasted breastmilk from a mom that drank Diet Coke....or how about formula that's been mixed for over 2 hours? Yeah, it tasted like that and with all of that, I was still getting my nose suctioned out for boogies. I think my mom enjoys it too. But however, that night I figured out this fantastic thing called crawling!! It is so freakin awesome, I can get into so much now! I love the look on my mom's face when I crawled by my Rascal, he threw up, and I played with it! So worth the nose suctioning!!! Oh and also, my Nana and Papa came to visit, we made beer, they went to that beer factory, and I pooped a lot. Here are some recent pictures:



This is a throwback picture to that year 2010. It was December, 60 degrees out, and we went for a walk. It was great, besides the hat.

This is an awesome toy I got from my godmother. I can stand up and call my chicks from my land line, check my emails on my laptop, read a story, and make sick beats on my piano.


Yeah this was the day from hell. This is the pink eye day. Let me tell you, I look about 20x better than I feel. Enough said. Girlfriends, don't judge me. I did not rub my dirty diaper in my eyes, I merely hung out with my sick grandma who dropped pink eye fairy dust onto me. Thanks grandma.



Hey ladies. I got this new duck tubby and I got some cool new bath toys. Anyone care to join me?



I may or may not have just pooped in my new tub. Crap!




Rascal came to join me though. That guy, he's hilarious!



Thank God Nana, Papa, and Dad went to the brewery without me this time! I just couldn't stand going there again and taking those peoples dirty looks and their mean comments.

Yes I can stand while pooping. Jealous??


Nana, I think it was a good one!!


I don't care if there's glass in between us or not. PUT THE FOOD IN MY MOUTH!

We decided then after all the fun standing time to go out to eat to the Nebraska Brewing Company. See a theme to this weekend? Sheesh!! I'm pretty pumped cuz now I get to sit at the table like a big boy, have big boy conversations, and eat big boy foods!


Ummm yes waiter, I would like the formula special of the day. That's Similac based, correct? Ok yes, then I will have that.


We waited and waited and finally the food came. My mom's so annoying taking pictures of us eating!!! Ugh!



Cool mom, yeah let's stand by the beer barrels. Like we haven't taken a picture like this before. I don't get why you think it's ok for a baby to be around so much beer. It boggles my mind!



Oh cool, yeah let's all take our picture by the barrels. I was ok with this until the manager who was taking our picture commented on my chubby cheeks. Look hombre, I may have chubby cheeks, but my chubby cheeks paid for your volvo out there, buddy! Get lost or we will have a problemo! See, I told you I was crabby lately.

Then when we got back to the house Papa let me take my clothes off so I could cool down and we could have a manly discussion. Guess what came up first? Beer! (Great!) SO I told them what I thought about beer and really tried to get them to see how much better formula really is.
I thought they took it well, Papa said Brady, let's pose for a picture together. And I said sure! Maybe I turned them over to the formula side for good!

And then Papa turned me upside down and said, don't you ever say anything bad about beer ever again.

So I pretended to be ok with it, and helped them stir their beer.

It was Mom's turn to stir and peekaboo, there's Brady!!

Gross.


Then I got a ride on Mack. Papa told me that's what we have dogs for, to get around the house.


Rascal! Rascallll!!! I need a ride to bed please.

Bubbles are cool. 'Nough said!
THE END

 
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