Go Colts!

For those of you who don't follow the goings on in the NFL: 1) shame on you; and, 2) the Colts are going to the Super Bowl! I'm convinced that much of the reason they were able to pull off such a feat was due to the good luck that my team support brought to them. Imagine what they'll be able to do when I'm sporting my brand new authentic jersey on Superbowl Sunday!

Feesh

What type of food can please even the pickiest of eaters? Goldfish, of course. Or, "feesh" if your name is Nolan.

Disclaimer: I went into the pantry and pulled out the box of goldfish without Mommy's knowledge or consent. She does not actually force me to sit on the kitchen floor to eat my food.

Food Update

A few months ago, I told all of my loyal blog fans about my crazy picky eating habits. At last check in, I was refusing to eat all meats, wouldn't touch 99.9% of veggies, and had even sworn off peanut butter. Well, I have an update....Nothing has changed. Mom and Dad tried to follow my doctor's advice, which consisted of basically starving me unless I chose to eat the same food that the rest of the family was eating. What my doc failed to realize when suggesting this tactic was that both of my parents are incredibly stubborn, and we all know that the apple does not fall far. So, rather than letting me starve myself, Mom and Dad have tried to make the best of it (until I'm old enough to barter with) and capitalize on any opportunity where I am remotely interested in healthy food. Hence, the above picture. Mom was enjoying some Yoplait a few days ago, and I decided that I needed some too. So, I got down on some YoBaby! Normally Mom would freak out about such a mess, but when it comes to my healthy eating habits she welcomes it!

It's potty time!

I've been showing the signs that I'm "interested" in potty training for the past couple of months, so Mom finally decided to get me one to help me get used to the idea of not having a portable toilet attached to my behind at all times.

I was very excited to have a just my size potty in the bathroom.

However, my excitement was due to reasons other than what Mom had in mind. I found that it works great for transporting my Hot Wheels around the house. I guess we might be waiting a bit longer on this potty training thing.

Boots!

Since I'm pretty darn mobile this year and very interested in snow, Mom decided to get me a pair of snow boots. Needless to say, I love them and ask to put them on every time I see them. Well, on another note, I was contending with the digestive issues that typically accompany any round of antibiotics for the past couple of weeks. A few weeks ago after a particularly nasty blow out, Mommy asked Daddy to take me upstairs while she cleaned things up. I had been outside walking in the snow in my new boots the day before, so Mom had set them by the front door to dry. When walking by them, I insisted that Daddy help me put them on, even though I was in the buff. So that's why Mommy walked in and saw this....