<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16287708</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:07:37.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Adventures of the Tyrannical Crown Prince Vance</title><subtitle type='html'>I am writing this blog (with Mommy's help) to keep my loving family and adoring fans (okay, so they are special friends) up to date on my most excellent adventures.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://crownprincevance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16287708/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://crownprincevance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16287708/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Crown Prince Vance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>283</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16287708.post-3132553451061188284</id><published>2010-09-08T20:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T20:58:41.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From Bad To Worse!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The title of this blog does not refer to my life, it refers to my secretary!!!! I use to think that she was a pitiful secretary for neglecting my blog but it seems that just when you think she couldn't get any worse---she did!! I even got complaint mail about her!! Mommy even assured Ms. Mary that she would update the blog a few weeks ago but did she??? NO!!! My deepest apologies Ms. Mary. Rest assured I have taken appropriate disciplinary action against my crummy secretary. Apparently my secretary thinks posting pictures of me on Facebook and a few witty updates about my latest shenanigans is sufficient---Well it's not!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here's the skinny on the past six months of my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. Mommy and Daddy felt the need to sign me up for swimming lessons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. I let a revolt at swim school which resulted in me and my swim school buddies getting sent home from swim school and I almost got completely expelled. (Mommy was not happy at all about this one---I even got grounded until the next swim class at which time I was expected to act properly).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. I have blossomed into a champion swimmer!!! I can swim the free-style like a four year old professional, jump off the diving board, float on my back, and swim to the bottom of the deep end to get my toys!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. I got to spend a Saturday hanging out with the coolest godparents ever. I took them all over town, went to Chuck E. Cheese, rode the trolley, and showed them where all the cool train tracks are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. I have completely mastered that old lingering problem regarding the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. I have moved up to the Care Bear room!!! Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. I am in the process of learning that a gentleman does not hit girls! Mommy says I can't hit them even if they are begging for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. I am in the process of learning that I should get use to girls taking my stuff from me. Mommy smiled at me and said that I will completely understand this later in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. I am in the process of learning that if my best friend is mean to me that I should find a new best friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. I am in the process of learning that just because one twin girl hits me that doesn't mean I can hit both girls to make sure that I got the right one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. I learned that when I am in trouble at the Baby Penitentiary that Mommy is quite willing and capable of making the commute there just to scare me for being bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. I am in the process of learing that Mommy and Daddy really are pretty good at playing "Good Cop/Bad Cop."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. Mommy is the the process of undoing the physcological damage she inflicted on me by telling me that the police will take naughty little boys to jail. I am now in the process of learning that the police are our friends and will help us when we are in trouble and only take naughty little girls to jail. (Secretary's Note: Zack became fearful of the police and wouldn't go into any store that a police officer was in and his fear was getting worse. To the point of if he were lost and the police were trying to run after him to help him he would probably keep on running. Obviously not a well thought out scare tactic!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14. I am starting my first official team sport---SOCCER!!!! Daddy is my coach (Mommy is the real coach and will be coaching behind the scenes to help Daddy), so I will be learning to share my Daddy with other kids---wish me luck with that!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well that is all for now.  I promise that my Secretary will do a better job of updating everyone and I am sure that my very first soccer team will provide her plenty of opportunties to have something to write about.  Until next time---CHOO CHOO!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Even though there is a recession and lay offs everywhere, she is pretty confident that she is not going to get a pink slip from me. She explained that since she provides clothes, food, fun and toys that I have to endure with her falling down on the blog. I may be little but she has a valid point there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where to begin??? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;! Well, I do want to point out that one of my balloons from my birthday party is still floating around the house. We are very impressed seeing that it arrived in the house on December 5 and now we are coming up on the Ides of March! Unfortunately though it does not still blare "Happy Birthday To You". I am sad about that because it drives Mommy and Daddy nuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bella is becoming my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend. Mommy even lets her lay up on the bed with us at bedtime. Unfortunately Daddy boots her out of the bed when he comes to bed. Daddy wasn't too impressed this evening when I chose to have Bella tuck me in rather than him. Ha!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?? We had lots and lots of snow last month. There was snow everywhere. Daddy helped me make my very own Frosty!! I had a blast playing in the snow and throwing snowballs at everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Grandma spend a few days with us after she had the doctor fix her back. I was gentle with Grandma though. I even told Mommy that I would rub Grandma's back and make it feel better. Mommy just thinks I am the sweetest and most thoughtful boy ever. Well most of the time she thinks that. Anyway, Grandma is doing great now. She even came to visit us the other day. Turns out that I am being raised by parents who are not the brightest bulbs in the box. The other night we were taking Grandma to dinner and well turns out that we left the house to go to dinner right as a tornado was pointing itself right near our house. Granny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt; kept calling making a fuss about tornadoes, so Daddy turned around and took us back home. Well the tornado came in the three minutes it took us to leave and come back. Our house is okay minus a bunch of shingles but a bunch of trees at the other end of our subdivision were blown down. Needless to say, Daddy was ordered to get the weather alert back out of the closet so we don't make the mistake of leaving in the middle of a tornado again. Anyway, we got to go camping that night because we didn't have any power. Mommy promised the power would be back on the following morning. Guess what?? She was right!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I helped Daddy pick up all the sticks and branches in our yard. Bella helped too but really think she was a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mulcher&lt;/span&gt; because she chewed up all of the branches. Well that really is all for now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I really ought to get me a new secretary!  Well, where should I begin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out that Santa thought that I was a very good boy last year because he visited me at school, video called me on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skype&lt;/span&gt; and came to my house on Christmas Eve.  Mommy did have to explain to me to not get my hopes up at school about Santa bringing me the HO train set from Target because the school Santa only brings books.  Turns out Mommy was right--I got 'Twas the Night Before Christmas.  Turns out that Santa didn't want to chance catching double pink eye from Mommy so he &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Skyped&lt;/span&gt; me instead.  Guess what?  Santa really is magic.  He told me that he left me a present by my beloved vacuum cleaner.  Guess what?  I ran to the closet that my vacuum lives in and there was a train set!  Santa Rocks!!!  The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; gift though was the present that Santa brought me while I was sleeping on Christmas Eve.  Mommy and Daddy assured me that if Santa thought I was a really good boy all year long he just might bring me the big wow HO train set I threw such a huge fit over in Target.  (Yes, it was a super huge screaming bloody murder fit--I did apologize the next day over the fit because I didn't get any toy that day because of it.  Mommy is mean though because the very next day she made me walk by the train set while we were trying to locate the toy she authorized me getting the day before.  I am happy to report though that I did not throw a fit and merely told Mommy that Santa would bring me that train set if I were a good boy.  Unfortunately for me though, Mommy made me walk past that train set every time we went Target from that day forward.  I was really sad the day we walked past the spot and the last train set was gone.)  Fortunately for me, Santa felt that I was a really good boy all year long because my big wow HO train set at Target was waiting for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got another great train set for Christmas too.  I got a super fast train set from Grandpa and Granny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;.  I am not allowed to break it though!  I got all kinds of other trains and accessories.  I got some clothes but I wasn't at all impressed with them.  Mommy is sad about that, I use to at least fake an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;oooooohh&lt;/span&gt; and an &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;awwwwww&lt;/span&gt; when I opened clothes, now I just toss them aside and say "oh clothes!"  Thanks everyone for making my Christmas a very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Trainy&lt;/span&gt; Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy had double viral pink eye for ten days over Christmas.  She looked horrible and we banished her to the garage apartment.  Daddy and I had complete run of the house.  Mommy did come down at one point because I was bossing Daddy around.  I explained to Mommy that I was in charge and that she needed to go back to her "sick room".  Mommy just stared at me for a minute then explained to me that I was going to have a hard time adjusting to reality when she got out of the sick room.  Ha!  I enjoyed my reign of terror while it lasted.  Daddy did great and we left each other in one piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I welcomed in the New Year by falling into a deep sleep by nine o'clock.  What can we say, we are morning people!  I think Daddy and Sebastian were the only ones up at the New Year.  Oh well, Mommy and I partied the on New Year's by entertaining Grandpa and Granny &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt; when they came over for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy took me to Grandma Dale's for a belated Christmas (turns out Mommy may as well have been a leper because nobody wanted her around them with those eyes!)  Guess what Grandma got me???  Yep, you guessed it---I got a train.  Ha!  I sure love trains. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well,  this past weekend I went to Baby Jacob's first birthday party.  Guess what?  He isn't a baby anymore.  He is the big ONE and is moving around all on his own.  I had a blast at Jacob's party and I got to help open his presents and blow out his candle.  Thanks Ms. Courtney and Ms. Courtney's Mommy.  (My own Mommy wasn't too understanding about me wanting to help after all, the memory is fresh in her mind about my tantrum about having to open my own presents and blow out my candles at my party.  All I can say is, it was my party and I could have a tantrum if I wanted to.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that is all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I had an absolute blast riding all the rides. My favoritest ride this year was riding in the helicopter way up in the sky! I can't wait until next year when even more ride possibilities open up for me. I think Daddy was kind of sad because I did get to ride a lot of rides this year without him. Sorry Daddy--growing up is my job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day Mommy ditched me. She had to go on a jet for work for the whole week! Guess what else, she got to ride trains all week long!!!  That was so not fair. Mommy did bring her computer with her so I could video call her and make sure that she was all right. I think Mommy also used the video deal so that she could check up on Daddy and me. I am pleased to report that Daddy did a great job of taking care of me..right up to the end where I got sick sick sick on Friday!! Doctor "Yum" told Daddy that I had swine flu. Mommy tried to get home a few hours earlier but that didn't work out very well courtesy of some idiot at American Airlines (no people not one of my favoritests Aunts--she did her part beautifully thank you very much). Anyway, Mommy ended up getting home after 1 a.m. and I was perfectly fine by then. I woke up and demanded my presents. Unfortunately, Mommy's suitcase flew American while Mommy flew United so Mommy didn't have all my presents because her suitcase was locked up at the airport. I did get my astronaut monkey, my Halloween costume (NASA flight suit) and a United Airplane. I got the rest of my presents the next day. Anyway, Mommy and Daddy took care of me all weekend and Monday too just in case I had the swine flu. Mommy suspected that I got sick from the flu shot I got on Wednesday and it is likely that is all it was because I didn't have any problems after my doctor visit Friday morning. Oh well, we are just glad that the doctor took the cautious stance and gave me Tamiflu rather than do nothing at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to see Doctor "Yum" this past Thursday and she assures Mommy I was a very sick boy on Friday. Mommy thinks she didn't have to get so defensive because Mommy really wasn't trying to be critical. This time at least!!! Let's just hope when I really need Tamiflu that it does its job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Daddy and I Got To See Thomas Up Close!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/StfVk7Q0HbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/NLwHWsAYXFI/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393013909159681458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/StfVk7Q0HbI/AAAAAAAAAbo/NLwHWsAYXFI/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh Boy, The St. Louis Zoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/StfU7FD0VuI/AAAAAAAAAbg/cw1c6pl7iCY/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393013190235018978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/StfU7FD0VuI/AAAAAAAAAbg/cw1c6pl7iCY/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Let Me On That Train Already!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/StfUtAuxGJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DTNwJZPLVVw/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393012948554815634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/StfUtAuxGJI/AAAAAAAAAbY/DTNwJZPLVVw/s320/115.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who got to go see Thomas the Tank Engine again??  That's right, your favoritest almost 4 year old---M.E.!!!  I was so excited when Mommy and Daddy told me that I would be going to St. Louis to ride on Thomas again.  I am a very lucky boy because I got to go see Thomas again just because Mommy and Daddy love me enough to take me to places that I love.  I had a blast riding Thomas again and I got to get new Thomas books, a new hat and a new shirt.  Oh yeah, I also got some new "Thomas" trains but that shouldn't be a big surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished our Day Out With Thomas, we went to the zoo where I got to ride even more trains.  Much to Mommy and Daddy's pleasure, I actually wanted to see some animals too.   I had a fabulous day.  Mommy and Daddy had a fabulous day too----well, at least until I woke up from my nap.  Mommy says that not only did I wake up on the wrong side of the bed, I woke up on the wrong side of the planet.  Mommy is amazed on how one little person can cause a lot of chaos.  Oh well, they love me for who I am...the good, the bad and the down right tyrannical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well that is my big news.  Mommy tells me I get to go to the fair this weekend, I can't wait!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I would fire her if she wasn't the one who holds the keys to cool toys, clothes, food, etc. I suppose I will keep her around---at least through the birthday and Christmas season.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a lot has gone on since my last update. Where to begin??? I had a blast using my new pool for as long as I could. It seems that since we got the pool built all it ever does is rain and never really got super hot. Maybe this winter I will have Daddy build an ice rink so maybe we will get the record summer highs that we haven't had!!! Oh well!! I did manage to get some pool parties in there. Speaking of pool parties! Guess what??? Baby Jacob came to one of my pool parties and I gave him my precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Baba&lt;/span&gt;!!! I looked at Mommy like she was absolutely crazy when she first suggested that I give Baby Jacob my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;. I told her no way!! Later that day though, I told Mommy that I needed to go in the house to get my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; for Baby Jacob! Mommy was so proud of me. Well, maybe not so proud that she was about to let me blindly do it. Mommy did explain to me that if I gave Baby Jacob my last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; that I could no longer have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; and would have to use a big boy cup for my milk from then on and that there she wasn't going to buy me a replacement &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; (like that is even possible--Hello!!). I told her "okay" and handed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; over! Okay, so maybe I had Donor's remorse that evening and the days that followed! I am only 3 l&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ike&lt;/span&gt; I can fully appreciate the gravity of my actions! You know, Mommy and Daddy were less than &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sympathetic&lt;/span&gt; in my plight--they kept reminding me that I had the opportunity to opt out of the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; donation deal and that I had to live with my actions. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;C'est&lt;/span&gt; la vie--I have a new and improved big boy sports bottle for my milk now. Although, I have cut down on my consumption of milk nowadays, it just not the same without my precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;. I must admit though---since I am now on grown boy status, I have taken to sneaking a sip of Mommy's coffee every now and then. What can I say--I love a good cup of Joe!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enough of that drama! Guess who came to see me and guess who didn't??? Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; came to see me and Uncle F.O., Jesse and Joe didn't!!! Hurray for Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; and SHAME ON UNCLE F.O., JESSE AND JOEY!!! Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; brought me what she and I love most--new flip flops! Thanks Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;! I must admit though, Bella chewed on one of them because she was jealous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I got to go on my very first sleep over with Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl. I had an absolute blast! We went fishing, went to a museum, played putt put, flash light tag and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt;! I have the best godparents ever!! I sure hope I get invited to sleep over again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been trying to get rid of a cold for the past two to three weeks. On Tuesday Mommy finally got tired of it and carried me off to the doctor. Sure enough, he decided it was time to put me on antibiotics. Guess what--that night I woke up in the middle of the night with a huge fever! That's what they get for carrying me into the doctor's office full of sick kids. On the bright side, I got to stay home from the Baby Penitentiary on Wednesday. Mommy and I watched Dora and Thomas all day long. I think Mommy was super happy to go to work on Thursday. She wished Daddy good luck and went merrily on her way. Daddy did a great job of taking care of me on Thursday. Unfortunately for him, Mommy was sick by the time she got home so he had to take care of the two of us! Mommy and Daddy split Friday up and again, I think Mommy and her aching head were happy to head off to work! Mommy assures me that I will be returning to the Baby Penitentiary tomorrow--where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, that's all for now!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I have been having a blast with my new big boy pool. Everyone has been coming over to take a dip in my new pool. I ought to charge admission---I could be rich!! Uncle Carl is a super diver! He was doing all kinds of flips, dives and cannon balls. He just cracked me up with his antics. I sure hope one day he will teach me all the fancy pool moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Patty and Uncle Dude came to babysit me last Friday night while Mommy and Daddy went on a date. I had my first official "My parents are gone--Let's Party" party while they were gone. Ryan was here and Jessica came over too (oh yeah and her "boyfriend") to swim in the pool. Guess what??? They got me to wear my life vest! Each played a vital role in getting me to wear the vest. Aunt Patty wouldn't let me go swimming with Uncle Dude unless I put the vest on, Dude wouldn't let me swim with him unless I zipped it and Ryan got me to strap the leg straps. Mommy and Daddy were most impressed upon learning that I actually cooperated in that area. Of course Aunt Patty and them were smart enough to take pictures as proof!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick on Saturday. I was running a fever, my back hurt and my tummy hurt. Eventually I started wailing when going potty and told Mommy that I needed to go find Dr. Weed. That got me a trip to the ER. I am pretty sure that I would have ended up there solely for the wailing while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pottying&lt;/span&gt; event would have earned me a trip since the doctor's office was closed and I was declaring that it hurt to go pee. Throwing in the Dr. Weed comment just cinched the deal. When we got there, I declared that I didn't want to be there because it wasn't Dr. Weed's office. Mommy lied to me because she said they would find him for me. Guess what? THEY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DIDN&lt;/span&gt;"T!!! I can't believe Mommy lied. Well, they checked me over really well and declared me to be okay as far as the scary possibilities were concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay home from the Baby Penitentiary on Monday and Tuesday because I was still feverish. Not to mention a follow up with my real doctor on Monday. Once again Mommy failed me, she did not secure an appointment with Dr. Weed. While we were waiting for the doctor to see me I kept telling Mommy I wanted Dr. Weed. Mommy said he was busy seeing other boys and I had to see the other doctor (who I like too). I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adamant&lt;/span&gt; about seeing Dr. Weed, so Mommy finally told me that I was free to go tell the nurses that I refuse to see anyone but Dr. Weed. I started to go tell the nurses but Mommy refused to go with me. We decided to wait until the doctor came in the exam room and I would just declare my wishes to her. Of course I chickened out! Oh well. Mommy did assure me that she did try to get the doctor of my wishes and will continue to do so in the future but sometimes I just have to take what I can get. Mommy also told me not to be too fixed on Dr. Weed because it sounds creepy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned to the Baby Penitentiary today. Mommy said that since I was officially well enough to drive her crazy yesterday afternoon that I was well enough to drive the wardens crazy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...I think she really released me because my fever was gone. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;After all&lt;/span&gt;, I was driving her nuts with the Wonder Pets and Train &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;DVDs&lt;/span&gt; all weekend and she didn't banish me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now. This weekend I get to go see Grandma, Aunt Terri, Uncle Tom, Jake and Brooke. 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Almost One Month Since My Last Post!!'/><author><name>Crown Prince Vance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16287708.post-8269243245894685558</id><published>2009-06-30T20:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:34:14.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Turns 50 and Buddy Buys Some Bling!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Daddy turned the big 5-0 yesterday! Happy happy birthday Daddy!!! I got Daddy lots of cards and I got Daddy a super nice watch. He promises that he loves it! I hope he does. I wanted him to have something that he can look at for the next fifty years! Well, I must confess, I was actually so excited about his present that I gave it to him the night before his birthday. Mommy is making a mental note to not show me where Daddy's presents are until the day of!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some news of my own. Mommy's necklace broke on Sunday. The chain snapped in half for no apparent reasons (okay so Mommy may think I was a major contributor to its demise but I was no where in the vicinity of the necklace when it hit the floor). When I noticed Mommy's necklace was missing I asked what happened. She told me it was broke. I told Mommy sorry! Yesterday, Daddy and I were at the store getting his watch sized properly and I noticed all the pretty necklaces in the cabinet. I found the perfect one for Mommy and I told Daddy that I wanted to buy it for Mommy (okay, so maybe I didn't really want to use my own money). It was a really nice gold necklace with a cross pendant with diamond accents. Daddy took one look at the price and said "No Way!" I was relentless about the necklace and kept telling Daddy that Mommy had to have it. Daddy finally asked the sales lady if the necklace was on sale. She said it sure is with a big big discount. Guess what?? I got to get the necklace for Mommy. Daddy also got Mommy another necklace for her other pendant. I was so excited to give it to Mommy when we got home. Mommy was so happy about the necklace!!!! I told Mommy that I bought it for her because I love her. I kept telling her that over and over. I was so proud to see Mommy put on the necklace. After I finished declaring how much I love her, I told Mommy "Don't lose this one!" Mommy had to laugh because I am so clever. What can I say, I love Mommy and wanted her to have a nice necklace around her neck! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Poor Daddy though, it was his birthday and Mommy got a present. Also, I have a sneaking suspicion that she really isn't too interested in the necklace that Daddy got her or the pendant that she normally wears since I picked out such a good necklace and pendant. At least Daddy now understands the ordeal Mommy went through when we went Father's Day shopping and my insistence that Mommy purchase Daddy the exact same green shirt that he received the week before. I can be a very persistent and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;persuasive&lt;/span&gt; little fella!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been sick lately. Guess who took care of me this morning??? Dude took care of me this morning. He was on vacation so Mommy asked him to lord over me this morning. Dude did an excellent job of taking care of me! Mommy asked if Dude yelled, spanked or made me cry this morning. Of course he didn't!!! My Dude is the best! 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It's been a busy couple of weeks for me.  Now that I have attained "Almost Grown Man Status" I have been real busy doing all the things that guys my age do.  I went to Dude's house on his birthday to deliver him a present!  I think he loved his present!  Then a few days later, I got to go back to Dude's house because he cooked us dinner on his brand spanking new birthday grill.  The only disappointment was that Jessica was again flaunting the fact that she dumped me for an older guy and there was no lettuce for my hamburger!!!  Dude next time make sure there is lettuce!!! I mean, "What's up with that?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made certain that Daddy had a  wonderful Father's Day because he really deserved one.  I got him a card and presents that I picked out over Mommy's objections.  Guess what though???  Daddy loved all his presents especially since he knew that I had to argue with Mommy to get them!!  I don't know why she tried to argue with me about them, he's my Daddy and I wanted to get him what I got him and she needs to just butt out when it comes to the gifts I want Daddy to have!!!  I also got to go have Father's Day breakfast with Daddy, Dude and Grandpa Len!! What a way to celebrate Father's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got Daddy his birthday present this weekend.  Daddy is turning the big 5-0 tomorrow.  I am not sure how much 50 is but I think it is a lot!  Good thing for Daddy that I am around because I will keep him young!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what else??  My Joey returned!!  He is going to stay with me this summer and work with Daddy!  For the record, I am suppose to say that Joey Rules and Jesse Drools!!!  However, I still love Jesse too!!  Dude got me to wear the water wings that Mommy and Daddy have been fighting with me over.  Mommy knew that Dude could convince me to wear them and he sure did.  The only problem is Dude let go of me before I was super comfortable with the idea.  Eventually I figured out that he had let go of me and I was floating around the pool all on my   own!  Not cool Dude!!!  That's okay though because Mommy is pretty sure that it won't take me very long to figure out how much fun I can have with my new wings!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now!!! I hope everyone has a fantastic week and a safe 4th of July!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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It was so hot today, when we got home from work and school we all went into the pool for a nice cool swim.  I had a blast.  I am quickly getting over my pool fears.  Mommy says that I am a jumping and swimming fool, sort of an aquatic version of Forrest Gump!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;chaperoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Mommy on a trip to Dallas last weekend. Mommy was kind enough to let me stretch my legs on restaurant playgrounds going there and coming back. We went to deliver Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; her birthday cards and present. Happy happy B-Day Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!! I was super excited to see Uncle F.O. I was sound asleep when we got there. Mommy woke me up so I could see Uncle F.O. because I kept saying I wanted to see him. I had a huge smile on my face when I saw him!! Anyway, I got to see Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the birthday girl. I asked her how old she was but Mommy just said "old!" I also got to see a glimpse of Joey. Mommy and I liked to torment him in the morning to wake him up. Joey is busy making money at the car wash. We went there to get the car wash. I ran up to Joey when I saw him getting a drink of water. Do you know that he turned and started to walk away from me??? Eventually the dunderhead realized it was me and picked me up so I could get some water too!! He was kind enough to let me give him a kiss goodbye in front of all his buddies. That was his tip and he better appreciate it!!! I also got to hang out with Jesse. It turns out now that he thinks he's is a man, he has more time to hang out with us little people! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go swimming in Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lili's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pool. They kept telling me to put my swim trunks back on but who wants to be confined??? I like letting it all hang out!!! However, I did agree to put my swim trunks on when company came over. I got to play with Connor. Let me tell you, he may be a little guy but he is a swimming fool!!! I have a lot of work to do to catch up to him. Speaking of Connor--Aunt &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kept calling me Connor. That is so not cool!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Friday, Daddy and Mommy took me to get special pizza. I got to ride the fast car with Daddy!!! I loved the go karts until some dizzy brat smashed into us!! After we got special pizza, we went and got me a new movie at the big boy toy store. Yesterday and today were spent doing yard work. We are beautifying our backyard and getting it all ready for summer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and I got in trouble today. I got in trouble and Daddy put me in the corner. Daddy got in trouble because he didn't make sure that I didn't have any contraband items on me. I had a blast coloring the floors and walls while I was in the corner. When Mommy caught me, I told her that Jessica will have to clean it up. Mommy brought me the wipes and told me that I had to clean it all up. Can you believe that she stood over me while I wiped the floors and walls all clean??? Isn't there a law against this type of discipline?? And why didn't Daddy have to help clean up--he was just as guilty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now. Oh wait, no it is not. Daddy is busy contemplating why I always get up at the crack of dawn when he wakes up with me but I always sleep until 7:30 or 8:00 when Mommy gets up with me! The answer is simple---I want Mommy to get her rest!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Mommy let me get donuts for the ride to Grandma's house. When she realized I had not dug into my donuts she told me I needed to start eating. I told Mommy that I had to wait until I got to Grandma's house so I could eat at the table. Mommy finally convinced me that I probably didn't need to wait to get to Grandma's house to eat because it would be a long car ride. I guess Mommy thinks that sometimes it is okay to act like you were raised in a barn by eating in the car!! I obeyed though and gobbled down three big donuts. Yummy. Guess what??? When we got to Grandma's house I took off all my clothes and hopped right into Grandma's pool! I couldn't wait to get there because I wanted to go swimming. I got to hang out in the pool while Daddy and Mommy fiddled with fixing Grandma's gazebo. I thought it looked good but Mommy was disappointed because the measurements were not perfect. Oh well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot believe how my weekend ended! We had Dude, Aunt Patty, Ryan and Jessica over for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barbecue&lt;/span&gt;. Guess what?? Ryan and Jessica brought their boyfriends! Oh the mind games!! I like Ryan's boyfriend Keith a whole lot but Jessica's boyfriend is another story! It makes me sad that Jessica is cheating on me!!! I thought Jessica and I would be together FOREVER but there she was, cheating on me right in my face! I don't care that her boyfriend is named after my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;favoritest&lt;/span&gt; train ever---it's just not right that he has my girl!! If I were four I would have smashed him in the nose!!! I hope Jessica comes to her senses and realizes I am the only guy for her! Does she not know that she is causing a lot of psychological damage to me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy picked me up from school early on Wednesday. I should have known that Mommy waking me up with a million kisses at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt; wasn't a good sign. As we were walking out of the room Mommy noticed that the little predator that bit me was right under our feet. We contemplated thumping him on the head as we walked out but decided that really wouldn't be nice! When we passed Starbucks, I asked Mommy where we were going. She said "to that building over there!" I asked, "what building?" She pointed to the building and said "that one." I announced that I didn't want to go to that building because that was the doctor's building. Mommy said we had to go there because I needed more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;squirties&lt;/span&gt; (nose spray). I asked her if we were only getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;squirties&lt;/span&gt;. She assured me that it was just for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;squirties&lt;/span&gt;. She even pinkie promised that it was just for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;squirties&lt;/span&gt;! Guess what? I was super cooperative with the nurse and doctors since we were just there for more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;squirties&lt;/span&gt;. Mommy was impressed that I was so cooperative. Mommy figured I would be though because it was the doctor that I really really like (not as much as Bella's doctor but close). Can you believe that the doctor also threw in a lecture about not pooping in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;unders&lt;/span&gt;??? Mommy put her up to it! Shame on Mommy for embarrassing me like that!!! I promised the doctor that I would stop pooping in my unders. I told Mommy to stop talking to me when we got in the car. I can't believe that Mommy would let me get embarrassed like that. Naturally I broke my promise to the doctor! Oh well, she can sue me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy has finally resorted to taking my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt; away. She told me that for every pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;unders&lt;/span&gt; she has to clean I have to give her one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt;. That is below the belt and made me cry! I did tell Mommy before I fell asleep that I was sorry for pooping in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;unders&lt;/span&gt;! Mommy thinks I am a smart little boy for getting out in front of the issue by offering up an unsolicited apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what??? Today I had to handover two of my brand new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt; to Daddy for messing up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;unders&lt;/span&gt;. Couldn't they just spank me??? Mommy says that pretty soon she is going to have lots of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt; and I won't have any at all. We will see! I plan on getting my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt; back. The lack of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt; may be the motivation I need because I have a feeling that Mommy really will take all my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt; and not give them back unless I offer up some sort of payment in poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now. Mommy and me are taking a road trip to Dallas tomorrow after we get home from work and school. Daddy gets to stay behind and clean up that mess of a backyard for us! We will miss him---NOT!!! Okay, well maybe just a little. 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Again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let's Get this Vacation Started!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/ShIDIRYEP8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GuG3w0d5ck0/s1600-h/zack+at+the+zoo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331949025640386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/ShIDIRYEP8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/GuG3w0d5ck0/s320/zack+at+the+zoo.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I Can Fly!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/ShIC90loLAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/v_GrwPvkudo/s1600-h/zack+and+the+helicopter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331769499200514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/ShIC90loLAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/v_GrwPvkudo/s320/zack+and+the+helicopter.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I Can Drive FAST!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/ShICy4glC4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/JwlPLkmlAUQ/s1600-h/zack+racing.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331581573204866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/ShICy4glC4I/AAAAAAAAAZY/JwlPLkmlAUQ/s320/zack+racing.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What A Way To End A Vacation!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Dude--Send Presents!!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/ShICkiVn_mI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2sknpYT5ezo/s1600-h/send+toys.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337331335103512162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/ShICkiVn_mI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/2sknpYT5ezo/s320/send+toys.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy and Daddy took me to one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;favoritest&lt;/span&gt; places in the world this past weekend---St. Louis!!  I was so excited about getting to go to St. Louis.  I was talking about going to St. Louis all week at school.  Finally Thursday came and off we went!!  I am happy to report that Daddy got us to St. Louis safe and sound despite the fact that we think his Navigation lady had one too many fermented grape juice boxes if you catch my drift!  We finally told her to shut it because she was way crazy!  Mommy always wonders why they have female navigation people because she really doesn't think most people wouldn't take directions from a lady.  I am not sure what Mommy meant by that because I know that Mommy can get anywhere!!  Daddy is a believer too because he doubted her directions and Mommy had to scold him by saying "After a billion years of being married, you still don't trust my giving directions solely by the position of the sun, stars, moon, etc.???"  Mommy then told Daddy that he couldn't find the St. Louis Arch if he were standing under it!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, Daddy hooked us up with a really nice hotel right down town by the Arch and the ball park.  There was all kinds of activities going on that I got to monitor.  Daddy tried to get me to go on a carriage ride ("horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;") but I didn't want to have any part of that.  I don't trust them horse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt;!!!  This one horse and me had a thing for each other though.  Mommy doesn't think it was as friendly as I remember it to be because when I first saw the horse it peed rivers of pee right there in the street.  It cracked Mommy and me up.  A little while later, we saw the very same horse on the very same corner.  The carriage driver asked Mommy if I was traumatized from the last time.  Mommy said "No" but just as she said it, the horse let out a giant poop right there in the street.  Mommy, me and the carriage driver thought it was hysterical!  His passengers didn't see the humor in it until he told them that the horse does his business &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he sees me.  Mommy and I later saw the same horse at the hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; the street, so I yelled "No pee or poop horsey!!!"  Guess what, he didn't pee or poop that time.  I was so proud of myself but Mommy thinks the horse didn't recognize me because I wasn't on the "potty corner."  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the Zoo on Friday and Saturday!  I rode that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; everywhere.  I finally relented and got off the train to look at some animals.  I really like those penguins but those things sure can generate a stink!!!  Mommy and Daddy also took me to a little carnival where I got to ride all kinds of rides.  I threw a fit at the fair though because the roller coaster was broke!  Fortunately, they fixed it before we left and and I got to ride it.  I LOVE ROLLER COASTERS!!!  They go fast!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ended up running a fever Saturday night.  I woke up in the morning crying because my tummy hurt really really bad.  I cried for hours because my tummy hurt.  Mommy and Daddy took me to a "Doc in a Box" so I could get checked out before we drove home.  The doctor told me that based on my symptoms and the pain in my tummy that I had to go to the emergency room.  We sat for hours in the emergency room at the Children's Hospital.  I don't know why they are rated number 5 in the country.  It was an absolutely horrible experience!  Can you believe that the poked me with needles???  Mommy assured the nurses that I would put up a huge fight.  It took Daddy, two nurses and another nurse to fight me to get the IV in my arm all of this while I was wrapped up like a burrito.  Next time they won't look at Mommy with that look like "We can handle it, we are professionals."  I don't think the nurses were very happy with me!!!  The fight wouldn't have gone on so long if they wouldn't have messed up my other arm to begin with.  Okay, well maybe it would have!  They took all kinds of blood from me and pumped liquids into me.  They kept telling me I had to potty in a cup.  I kept saying "No."  The nurses told Mommy and Daddy that they needed me to pee or they would have to put a catheter in me.  Mommy gave them a "whatever" look.  Mommy told me I had to potty in the cup or they were going to be really mean to me.  So I struck a deal with the devil.  I asked the nurse if I could go home if I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pottied&lt;/span&gt; in the cup.  She said yes, so off I went to potty in the cup.  Mommy told me afterwards that she wouldn't have let them mess with my willy despite their desire to get a urine sample.  Mommy did add that if I was howling in pain, she would let them do it to get to the bottom of my troubles.  The nurses got real sweet with me.  Daddy noticed how nice they were being to us, Mommy insists its because they messed up somehow and they are afraid we will figure it out.  Anyway, the doctor gave me the all clear and let me go home.  They didn't figure out what was causing my tummy problems but all the major concerns were covered.    I was more than happy to run out of there.  I just wanted to go home so I could take a nap!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did point out to Mommy that I needed to go to the Toys Store to get that Big Wow Wow Super &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; that I have been begging for for months.  Mommy said since my day was so horrible and I went through so much, that we could get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;.  I told her to go right then but she said the toy store was closed.  I told her that the toy store was not closed.  Mommy assured me that if we passed an open Toys 'R Us on a Sunday night anywhere between St. Louis and home we would stop.  Guess what?  There weren't any open Toys 'R Us'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The topic hasn't come up yet but Daddy lost my blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt; somewhere between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Sikeston&lt;/span&gt;, Missouri and Osceola, Arkansas.  Mommy keeps waiting for me to inquire about my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt; so she can let me know that Daddy lost my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt;!!!  When I find out my blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt; is still on vacation, I am going to make Daddy go get it!!!  Daddy pointed out to Mommy that she left my precious "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt;" at the hotel in St. Louis.  Mommy replied that I didn't need it anyway.  Is she crazy??  I need my precious &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;baba&lt;/span&gt; just as much as I need my blue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt;.  They are both going to be in BIG BIG trouble when I figure out what they did!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well we got home safely, thanks Daddy!!  I had to stay home from the Baby Penitentiary today because I still had a fever.  Daddy took me to his office so I could see Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl and to get Bella.  Bella stayed with Uncle Carl again.  He is super nice for taking care of My Bella while I was out of town.   It turns out that Bella was very bad at Uncle Carl's house.  I am sorry that Bella was bad at Uncle Carl's.  I hope Uncle Carl doesn't think that it was my fault that Bella was bad.  I am sorry for the both of us!  Mommy picked me up from the office so she could take care of me this afternoon.  I reminded her that we needed to get the Big Wow Wow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;.  Guess what??  She let us stop at the toy store to get it!  It almost makes up for a bad ending to my vacation!!!  Okay, so maybe it makes up for it completely!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those crazy doctors called the house this afternoon.  What did they do, sit up all night trying to come up with illnesses for me?  They finally decided that since they couldn't find anything wrong with me yesterday that they could try to say that maybe that there is a one in a million chance that the tick bite I had could have caused my issues.  What ever!!  Let's see if they call tomorrow with a new theory!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By and large, I think Daddy and Mommy produced a wonderful weekend of fun for me!  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Daddy had to leave Thursday night because Grandma Dale had a big big boo-boo and needed to have surgery Friday morning.  So Daddy did what any good son would do, ditched his wife, kid and dog and ran off to take care of Mommy! (I really don't mean to sound sarcastic---I really do understand the importance of taking care of Mommies)  Since Daddy was gone, it was my responsibility to keep Mommy safe.  One executive decision I made was to ship Bella off to Uncle Carl's house...well, maybe it was Daddy and Mommy's idea.  Daddy was worried that having Bella and me would definitely put Mommy in an early grave--her allergies have her hacking like there is no tomorrow.  Plus, Mommy has been having to work late and she wouldn't be able to pick Bella up from the doggy penitentiary before it closes, which would leave Bella in the slammer through the weekend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I did a real good job off taking care of Mommy and Sebastian and Rufus helped too.  For my part, I hogged the whole bed Thursday night.  Sebastian and Rufus both growled at something outside the window for a very long time---Mommy never did figure out what it was.  I kept sleeping because I figured Sebastian and Rufus had it under control.  Mommy took me to the Baby Penitentiary Friday morning---something she hasn't done in a very long time.  All the prison guards were surprised to see Mommy since she has not taken me to school in FOREVER!!  Anyway, Mommy got me a breakfast from Burger King to soften our parting at the Baby Penitentiary---apparently she still has vivid memories of the morning guilt trips I used to put on her.  Mommy had forgotten what an ordeal it is to get me out the door and safely deposited in the Baby Penitentiary and is extremely grateful that Daddy has taken over this duty and even more grateful that despite all of my antics, he continues to maintain this duty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and I had some Friday night fun.  We even called Daddy over the computer so I could see his face!  Guess who else's face I got to see???  I got to see Grandma, who was up and moving around, and Aunt Teri!!  I talked to Daddy and Grandma over the computer but I was being rude and did not talk to Aunt Teri.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I escorted Mommy to Grandma's house so I could see in person that she was okay!  Sure enough, Aunt Teri and Daddy did a good job taking care of Grandma and she seemed to be in good spirits.  I think Mommy was worried that I was going to be a dufus and bump Grandma's shoulder.  I may be three but I can tell when someone has a big big boo-boo.  To make up for my rudeness, I was very chatty with Aunt Teri.  Mommy and I stayed a few hours and then we drove back home so I could resume "Man of the House" duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Jessica today.  I think she got done with her job a lot quicker than normal...maybe it had something to do with me not being under foot the whole time.  Anyway, Daddy came home this afternoon and we are spending some quality time together.  Bella will be home tomorrow and I can't wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now!  Oh wait, no it is not...My BFF Carter is getting placed in a different Baby Penitentiary.  I want to go to a new school with Carter but Mommy won't let me.  Someone needs to tell Mommy that I have to go to a new school with Carter because he is my BFF.  I realize I have my BFF Jeter but he ain't Carter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Mommy and Daddy took me to a practice session of Easter Egg hunting by taking me to the Clinton library's annual Easter Egg hunt. Daddy got into trouble (as usual) because he told me we were going to find eggs and throw them at the Easter Bunny. Mommy was very upset with Daddy when I woke up Saturday morning and told Mommy we had to hurry up so we could go throw eggs at the Easter Bunny. Mommy quickly and sternly explained to me that we were not to throw anything at the Easter Bunny. Daddy got a good lecture about planting ideas into my impressionable little brain. Shame on him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was real excited to go to the great Easter Egg hunt. There were eggs everywhere!! I was only allowed to have six eggs so there would be enough eggs for all the other kids. I was more than happy to abide by the rules. Shame on all those scoundrels that took more than their share!! Their parents are pathetic!!! We waited in line to get our picture taken with the Easter Bunny but when it was finally our turn, I decided that the Easter Bunny was the creepiest thing I have ever seen and let it be known that I would throw an absolute FIT if anyone got the wise idea to place me on his lap. Mommy thought about it but decided that I was scaring all of the other kids so she didn't make me face my fear of the Easter Bunny. Whew!! Naturally, I got my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; ride before we left. I just love riding the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got Mommy to replace the bubble lawn mower she ran over last year. I picked it up off the shelf at Wally Mart and gave Mommy a look that said "you owe me." Mommy told me that it was my fault that she ran over it because I didn't put it where it belonged and then said let that be a lesson to me. I think that should be a lesson for her!!! She also got me an airplane that flew all over the place. Daddy doesn't like it very much because he had to keep going up on the roof to fetch it! Maybe we will try it out when it is not as windy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I got to have breakfast with Grandpa Len and Granny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;. I finally had to give them hugs and kisses because the gave me something for my piggy bank! Thanks you two!! This afternoon Daddy and I went on a special mission. I have been begging for weeks to try out the playground at Burger King. Since I have been a real good boy, Daddy took me to try it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I tried to convince Mommy all weekend that I wasn't sick and that I needed to go to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;. Mommy tried to tell me that she decides when I am sick, not me. She also added that the thermometer does not lie and I was sick whether I own up to it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy was quite humored with the conversation in the car on the way there. She noticed a big change in my facial expression when I realized we were in the wrong lane as we passed Starbucks and Target. Seems the look of dread came upon my face. I asked Mommy where we were going and she had the nerve to tell me "somewhere." As she turned the corner I started crying and screaming "I can't go that way!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Seems I have a good memory and sense of direction because the road she was turning on crossed the interstate and led straight to the doctor's office! Can you believe that Mommy dragged me in there kicking and screaming! Oh wait, so maybe it wasn't dragged...I am too lazy to be dragged, so she carried me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that I should have been more cooperative with the doctor because she remembered seeing me on the "yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;" but I can't help myself. What ever progress I made with the doctors went out the window with my visit to Dr. Derek. It took Mommy, two nurses and a spectator nurse to hold me down so Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nolen&lt;/span&gt; could pry my mouth open to get a good look at my throat. It took a while but Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nolen&lt;/span&gt; finally was able to pry my teeth off of her tongue &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;depressor&lt;/span&gt; and pry my mouth open to get a good peek at my throat. It took several other attempts for everyone to pin me down long enough to get a throat swab done. I think the spectator nurse was too afraid of me to jump into the mix. I have news for her, she should be!! Turns out I have strep throat...AGAIN! Also, Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Nolen&lt;/span&gt; assures Mommy that it is purely coincidental that I am having problems the same time of the month every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mommy had a talk with me about my doctor/dentist antics. She is trying to convince me that I am only making the situation worse by fighting the process. I don't think so!! Everyone just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;needs&lt;/span&gt; to stay out of my mouth and leave me alone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I went on a BIG BIG airplane all the way to California for a long long weekend!!!!  Mommy and Daddy kept telling me I was going to go on airplane and they didn't lie!!!  I got to go on a mini-vacation and Rufus and Pop-Pop had to stay home all by themselves!  Bella had to go take care of Uncle Carl because unlike Rufus and Pop-Pop, Bella can't be trusted to not destroy the house.  I hear that Bella had a blast with Uncle Carl.  Thanks Uncle Carl!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well Bella may have had a blast with Uncle Carl, I had a bigger blast on my vacation!  I got to go to see Grandma Lily and her husband.  I showed Grandma just how big and sweet I am!  I wasn't too sure about her husband but I didn't feel too bad because the Grandpa slots are already full!!  He was nice to me though and he takes good care of Grandma Lily, so I guess he is okay!!  I was exhausted after my busy day and I fell asleep within minutes of leaving Grandma's house and being strapped into my "bucket" in the car.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day Mommy and Daddy took me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Legoland&lt;/span&gt;!  I had a blast riding the rides and playing in the water (Mommy wasn't too pleased that Daddy let me do the latter since I was crying about having wet shoes and socks).  Guess who I saw at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Legoland&lt;/span&gt;??  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Lizzybeth&lt;/span&gt;!!!  I spied her from 50 yards away and took off running into her arms.  I hugged her and hugged her.  Daddy didn't think I would remember her but Mommy knew I would!  Mommy is pretty sure that I marked her with my scent and like a "dog", I never forget my own scent!  It was super fantastic seeing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Lizzybeth&lt;/span&gt; again.  She needs to come to my house to see me again.  She claims she will and I am going to hold her to that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Sunday we went to Sea World.  I have to say that Sea World was horrible!!  This whale spit on me, which really made me MAD!!!  That whale can just stick a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; up his blow hole for spitting on me.  I should be mad at Mommy because I suspect that she knew it was going to happen and didn't do anything to stop it.  I can't be mad at Mommy though---even if she did laugh!!  Daddy and Mommy have decided that I am a thrill ride boy, not a sit and watch silly pet tricks type of boy so they will be very reluctant to waste money on mainly sitting theme parks in the future.  That suits me just fine because I will always feel the need for speed!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As promised, Mommy took me on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; while we were there.  I think Daddy failed in his Daddy duties though because he moved over so what appeared to be a homeless guy could sit down next to us....now that was RUDE!!!  Mommy was glad that I had enough sense to move!  I threw a huge fit after we got off the train because I wanted to get on the BIG BIG train that was at the station next to the trolley but Mommy wouldn't let me.  I am not sure I will ever recover from being told "No".  Mommy did promise thought that the next time we go to California she will take me on the BIG BIG train that goes up the coast.  I suspect she may have made that promise hoping that the next time we go I have cycled out of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; obsession.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went home on Monday.  This time Mommy let me sit in the airplane seat like a big boy rather than in my bucket!  I did great on the way home seated like a big boy.  I think Mommy only let me sit like that so: (a) they didn't have to lug my bucket through the airport and (b) so I would not have the reach to kick the seat of the person sitting in front of me.  (Okay, so maybe I annoyed the guy in front of me the whole the way to California but he couldn't have been too annoyed because he never said anything---he didn't even give me a dirty look!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that was my latest adventure!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Bella stays in violation of the "ear rule")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SYYmG1eN7DI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ci3GE6Rdrwo/s1600-h/Bella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297963910522858546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SYYmG1eN7DI/AAAAAAAAAX8/ci3GE6Rdrwo/s320/Bella.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I really need to do something about my secretary. Seems the new year has not changed her ways. She needs to watch it because the way the economy is going, I may just fire my secretary!! Good help shouldn't be too hard to find nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?? Guess what I got?? I got my very own I-Phone!!! Am I the coolest 3 year old or what??? Okay, so maybe I don't have actual phone service but I do have the phone with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wi&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Fi&lt;/span&gt; for my You Tube viewing pleasure. I do wish to apologize for all those people I use to call on Mommy and Daddy's phones. Sorry, I couldn't help &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt;. I must admit though, my plan worked because it got me my very own I-Phone!! :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what else I got??  I got a ukelele and some cool checkered Vans all the way from Hawaii!  Thanks Sommer.  I love my "guitar" and my cool shoes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My puppy is a holy terror!! Bella is getting bigger and bigger every day. At her last doctor appointment she weighed 24 1/4 pounds and was 18 inches tall. That is a big change from when I got her a month ago (she doubled her weight and grew about six inches). The doctor said she wouldn't be surprised if Bella doubled her weight again over the next month. From the way she has been eating lately, I wouldn't be surprised either!! I have been learning to control Bella when she has been being bad. I am allowed to spank her with the newspaper but Mommy thinks I get power hungry so I am only allowed to spank Bella when Mommy says so and under supervision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jealous that Bella got sick, so I got sick too. Apparently Rufus was jealous that Bella and me were sick, so he got sick too! Sebastian says we are all a bunch of goobers and he doesn't want any part of being sick! Anyway, I have been hanging out all weekend because I am sick. Hopefully I will get better soon. Dude came and played with me yesterday. I was excited to see Dude. He built me a cool house with my Lincoln Logs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all the news I have. Oh yeah, I get to take a trip this month. Mommy and Daddy haven't told me where I am going but the insist that I will be extremely happy. We shall see. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I had a WONDERFUL Christmas!!  I am happy to report that I was mostly a good boy in Church last night.  Good thing Mommy has my games on her I-Phone!!!  I only had a couple minor incidents; however, I didn't tell the lady behind us to stop singing even though I wanted to!  I put my magic reindeer food outside last night to make sure that Santa and his reindeer could find my house again.  After all, Ryan couldn't possibly be expected to help Santa out twice in one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got all kinds of cool stuff for Christmas!!!  As promised, Santa brought me some Thomas the Tank Engine Crocs (Santa always brings me new Crocs), a new tooth brush, candy, tracks and choo-choos!!!  He brought me Thomas at Action Canyon and some new trains!!!!  I was so excited!  I also got more choo-choos from Mommy and Daddy, a giant remote controlled dinosaur (we call him Puff the Magic Dragon though), some puzzles, coloring books, Thomas jammys, and some clothes.  I got Rheneas and the Roller Coaster train set from Grandma Dale, spending money from Granny Bev and Grandpa Len, and more spending money from Grandma Lily!  Thanks Grandparents!!!  Aunt Lili, Uncle Frank, Jesse and Joey hooked me up with Toys 'R Us bucks just in case Santa failed to bring me something.  Dude, Aunt Patty, Austin, Ryan and Jessica got me some Thomas clothes---new hoodie---yay!!!  I really made out with Aunt Terri, Uncle Tom, Jake and Brooke---they got me a Thomas the Train Washer (I have this thing for car washers), a Thomas bridge, Peter Sam the Train, and a remote control car.  Uncle Carl and Aunt Kay got me my very own digital camera/camcorder and Lincoln Logs.  (Mommy says they are going to be in big trouble if I use my camera inappropriately--I wasn't sure what she meant but I think they did!!). I got books from Uncle Jerry and Auntie Norma.  Ms. Rita was nice enough to think of me and got me a new truck.  I must say this has been a great Christmas and I was very, very lucky in that I got all sorts of great presents!  I am also happy to report that Mommy didn't have to follow through on her threat----I opened all my presents, mostly by myself!!!  I wonder if Mommy really would have let them all sit there under the tree until I opened them myself???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa was really good to Sebastian and Rufus too!  They got all kinds of toys in their stockings.  Mommy suspects that they got into their stockings in the middle of the night because their toys were all over the place this morning.  The least they could have done was come wake me up to let me know Santa had already been there!!!  Daddy must have been a very bad boy this year because Santa didn't leave him the puppy he wanted.  Poor Daddy, better luck next year!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other big news is that I finally got to sit at the Big Kids table with everyone else!!!  I got to hang out and eat my Christmas dinner with Austin, Ryan and Jessica.  Usually I get banished to the baby table but not this time!!!!   I had fun yelling at all of them for trying to take my puzzle!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my Christmas.  I hope yours was as wonderful as mine!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Santa Is In MY HOUSE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SVGTsDqw3fI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qvUSdDK0KrY/s1600-h/S6300007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283166222990499314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SVGTsDqw3fI/AAAAAAAAAWc/qvUSdDK0KrY/s320/S6300007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thanks For My Present Santa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SVGTOjEjo-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/2mDs697LOwo/s1600-h/S6300006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283165716024108002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SVGTOjEjo-I/AAAAAAAAAWU/2mDs697LOwo/s320/S6300006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ryan, Santa and Me!!! I'm So Happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SVGSjJFE09I/AAAAAAAAAWM/37UPKCtrZIo/s1600-h/S6300015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283164970312586194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SVGSjJFE09I/AAAAAAAAAWM/37UPKCtrZIo/s320/S6300015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess who came to my house??? Santa Claus!!! He came all the way to my house so he could give me the first gift of Christmas!! I got a shiny new bell like the one in Polar Express and two new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Choos&lt;/span&gt;!!! Santa said he was very proud of me for using the potty like a big boy! How did he know??? Mommy was right because Santa did see that I was doing everything that I am suppose to be doing! I better make a mental note of that!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was shocked about Santa being at my house and I acted very shy. I was just so happy and amazed that he went through all the trouble to find me. Santa is pretty smart though because he couldn't find my house because it was raining (he is use to snow and fog), so he found Ryan and she helped him get to me. Thank goodness for Ryan the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whitenosed&lt;/span&gt; Reindeer because she was able to guide Santa's sleigh through the rain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa says that he is coming to my house again tomorrow night when I am sleeping. I gave him my list so he knew what kind of toys I might like. Santa mentioned that he is pretty sure that I have been good enough to warrant more tracks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt;! Oh boy, I can't wait. I will keep you all posted on what happens after Santa comes back when I am sleeping tomorrow night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Guess what they planned for me???  The planned a whole weekend of super fantastic fun just for me!!!  They put me in the car Friday night and told me I was going to have a super long car ride.  I was so mad I wouldn't even let Daddy speak to me---for hours and hours!!!  (Mommy eventually felt sorry for Daddy because I really wouldn't let him speak to me and would tell him "Don't talk me!" anytime he said anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, when we woke up Saturday we had a little bit of a car ride left and eventually we were at the St. Louis Zoo!!!  I was so excited.  They had a Choo-Choo that went all around the zoo and I could ride it around and around the zoo all I wanted to!!! It was great!!!  There were three tunnels---one of them was super long and super dark.  I held Mommy because she was scared.  I don't really think that she was scared, I think she was cold and was just trying to use me to keep warm!!  Mommy is always cold!!!  Mommy and Daddy eventually dragged me out of the zoo kicking and screaming.  I had an absolute fit but they didn't seem to care.  Lucky for them, I fell fast asleep in the car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They eventually woke me up and I was not at all happy about that.  That is until is saw that we were at THOMAS THE TANK ENGINE!!!!  Oh my goodness, I got to see Thomas the Tank Engine.  Apparently Mommy had this planned because she went up to the gate and told them her name and they gave her three tickets to ride Thomas!!!!  I had a fit because I thought Mommy was going to put me on the car that was farthest from Thomas.  I don't know why ever doubted Mommy.  She carried me off and put me in the first car where I could ride and see Thomas!!!  That train ride was the best!!!  I also got to ride the smaller choo-choo that was there but it paled in comparison to Thomas.  I also got a new Thomas Tanker Choo-Choo Car, a shirt, a hat, sunglasses and my very own Thomas watch!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy and Daddy let me go back to the zoo on Sunday before we headed home.  I got to ride the choo-choo all over the zoo again.  Mommy says the next time we go we are going to have to see some of the animals there rather than just the tigers (they were in front of one of the stations and I kept yelling at the tigers to stop fighting).  Once again they dragged me out of the zoo kicking and screaming because I would still be riding the choo-choo around the zoo if they would have let me.   I was so mad at Mommy for making me leave that I did not talk to her for an hour.  I was so mad at her that I didn't even bother to tell her not to talk to me.  Anytime she said anything to me I would just grunt and hold my head down with my bottom lip pushed out.  I think she thought it was funny because she kept pestering me!!!  Anyway, Mommy promises that we can go back to the St. Louis Zoo again, maybe when the weather is warmer.  I have a feeling she wasn't just making an empty promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that is my big news!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SQeWs_n9BAI/AAAAAAAAAO4/6uZrNRC4olY/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Mommy and Daddy kept telling me all night on Friday that I was going to have a very special day on Saturday.  Mommy wasn't home when I woke up and later that morning Daddy took me to Ms. Tamara's to get my hair cut.  I couldn't help but think to myself, "Are they nuts??  Do they really think getting a hair cut is going to make a special day???"  Well, I guess it wasn't too bad because Mommy showed up there in time to supervise the cutting.  And more importantly, she showed up with a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; for me.  Anyway, after that we went home and took a nap.  I was seriously disappointed with my "special" day because something was seriously lacking.  Guess what though???  When I woke up Mommy asked me if I wanted to go to "the FAIR!!!"  I was so excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It wasn't long after we got there that I discovered Uncle Carl and Aunt Kay.  They came to have fun with me too!!!  I was so excited by all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt;, slides, airplanes, helicopters and all the other things there were to see and ride on.  I couldn't be bothered by eating but eventually the party &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pooper&lt;/span&gt; parents decided I must eat something.  I think Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl were relieved to get a break too!!!  I rode the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; a zillion times and by myself!!!  Mommy and Daddy were really really sad when I told them I didn't need them to ride with me!!  I would get on the ride and once it was done I would run out the exit and right back into the entrance gate again.  Mommy got even sadder when she saw me trying to put the moves on all the little girls that would ride next to me.  What can I say, I'm a chick magnet!!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, the last time I rode the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; Mommy said something to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; lady.  When the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; lady got me off the ride I told her, "Thank you! Again!!!!" She told me the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; is broke."  She looked real sad about telling me that it was broke.  I understand though...after all, Uncle Carl was in the area and he likes breaking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;choos&lt;/span&gt;!!  I also suspect that the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; lady was asked to tell me that!!!  I am happy to report that I was mad and Mommy and Daddy for telling me it was time to go home.  I yelled at them, "No!! In a minute!!"  They made me go anyway!!  I wouldn't talk to either of them for thirty minutes!  I did negotiate another trip to the fair if I pooped on the potty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Guess what???  I got to go to the fair again today!!  Yep, that's right---again!!! Don't get too excited, I didn't actually poop on the potty.  I tried to though.  Besides, I had a clinger that luckily fell into the potty.  I was so excited about it and Mommy and Daddy didn't have the heart to stick to the "actually do it on the potty clause."  Once again, I had an absolute blast.  I rode the roller coasters, the airplane, elephants, trains, went down the slide and the big airplane again!!  Of course I rode the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;choo&lt;/span&gt; over and over again.  I must admit though, I really love the roller coaster.  I just love holding my hands up to feel the wind because it went fast!  Mommy and Daddy are the best for taking me to the fair two days in a row!!!  Anyway, I was a lot nicer to Mommy and Daddy when we were leaving tonight.  I figured if they were nice enough to take me two days in a row I could at least show my gratitude by not making a scene!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that was my big adventure.  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Sorry, I am still having difficulties with my secretary. Some day I will manage to get her sorted out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy was sick all weekend so Mommy made special things up so we could get out of the house and away from disease carrying Daddy! Guess where I got to go??? I got to go to my favoritest place---the Zoo!! (So I have been three times in the last month, you want to make something of it?? I went with Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl on one of my trips. Uncle Carl broke the little choo-choo!!) Anyways, I love the Zoo!!! Mommy let me ride the Big Choo-Choo (carousel) two times back to back when we first got there. Then I wanted to go talk to the monkeys for a minute. Then I wanted to go on the Little Choo-Choo. After getting back in line for the third time in a row, the Train Man (okay, so it's really a Train Woman but she can pass for a man) said, "You must really like trains!!" Mommy said that she was saving me from myself and wouldn't let me go on a fourth time. We went to the potty and as we were coming out the Little Choo-Choo pulled out of the station. I ran so fast to try to catch the train. The Train Man and the other grown ups on the train were laughing at me. I really think they were just so surprised as to how fast a little guy like me can run. I nearly caught up with it when it started to cross the water but Mommy made me stop. It was okay though because Mommy said since it was obviously so important to me that there was no way should could deny me another ride. Guess what? I beat the train back to the station!! And yes, the Train Man was surprised that I beat her there and that I was even there waiting to board!! What can I say, I just love Choo-Choos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy took me to the big toy store after the Zoo so I could get some more Choo-Choos since I have been being really good and as a consolation prize since Daddy couldn't play with me because he was sick. I managed to talk her into a new Backyardigans book. Something tells me though that she only let me think I got my way by getting the book too. I have a feeling that a book will never be said no to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to talk Daddy into a new Thomas phone the other day. I was playing with one at school and got mad when Daddy made me leave it there. We had to go to Wally Mart to get some milk. While we were there I told Daddy to "come on" and I led him to the toy isle and right to the Thomas phone and told him to "buy it". Can you believe that he actually bought it? Mommy was even surprised that I pulled that one off. Daddy told Mommy that he couldn't say no because I led him straight to the toy isle and right to the phone without any direction or encouragement from him. Heck, he didn't even offer to buy me a toy. Anyway, Daddy felt that since I obviously discussed the phone and the exact whereabouts of the phone with the other inmates at school that day, he was obligated to purchase it for me so I wouldn't look like a punk to the other inmates. Ha!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it that Mommy and Daddy have a big week end in store for me....we will see!!  That's all for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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My radar was in proper working order so when I woke up I announced to Mommy that "I sick!" I told her I was sick so I could hang out with her instead of going to the Baby Penitentiary. Apparently Mommy really is smarter than me because she said, "Okay, if you are sick then you have to stay in bed all day and cannot play with toys." She then said "If you are sick then you can't go to the zoo with Mommy." I was so I excited I jumped up and told her to "drink coffee, we go to the zoo!" Apparently, she saw right through my lie about being sick!! Something tells me the whole zoo deal was a prearranged thought by Mommy because she was playing "legal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hookey&lt;/span&gt;." Which means, I got a furlough by default!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had an absolute blast playing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hookey&lt;/span&gt;! First I got to go around and see all the grown ups at Mommy's old job because Ms. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Tria&lt;/span&gt; wanted to see me. I got to talk to Mr. Brad and yell about all the buses that were driving by the office building. (If you ask me, Mommy's newest office isn't very good because she doesn't get to see all the different buses and firetrucks drive by!) We then went to the zoo where I got to ride the "Big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;" and "Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;" and I got to see all the animals. The crazy snake guy shoved a snake towards Mommy and me. Neither of us thought it was very funny!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the zoo I got to go have lunch with Daddy, Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl. As an added bonus, I got to see Ryan and I gave her a great big hug!! Mommy abandoned me at Daddy's office for a couple of minutes so she could run over to the mall and get me some new shoes. I got new shoes that have "Po-lice" lights on them!!! Daddy drove me home because Mommy had one other trick up her sleeve. When I woke up from my nap she had me help her get a bag out of her car. I didn't want to get the bag out so she got it out for me. Then she had me peek in the bag and guess what!! It was a new helicopter!!!! Mommy really made a special day out of the day just for me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my most recent excitement!! 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Oh wait, i don't pay her--I guess I am getting what I pay for!!  I have fully transitioned into my new classroom.  I still prefer Ms. "China" in the big baby room but I am thinking I can get use to Ms. Amber--eventually!  I do have to lodge a formal complaint though because some THIEF stole my "New York City Jail" shirt from my bag at the Baby Penitentiary.  Mommy was MAD and so am I!!!  I think it was Jeremy's nasty Mommy but I just can't prove it!  (Yeah I blame Jeremy for EVERYTHING even though Mommy tells me not to)  Anyway, I better not catch that twit wearing my shirt anywhere--Mommy worked really hard to find me that shirt in NYC and I want it back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else have I been up to??  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.....Nothing!!  Oh wait, I did managed to get Mommy sick, Daddy sick, Ryan sick and Ca sick.  Mommy and Daddy think it was really Ryan that started it all but everyone wants to blame innocent old me.  Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; came to visit me!!  She came on an airplane just to hang out with me for the evening!!  She even brought me a present--new Vans!!  Joey was suppose to come to see me but he was busy.  Can you believe that Joey was too busy to come see me????  Uncle F.O. was busy too but I forgive him because he promised to come to my birthday...he promised and he wouldn't lie to me.  I was sad to see Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; leave me especially since she got to fly on an airplane and I didn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and me got into trouble today.  I always help Daddy set the alarm before we leave.  I really helped him today!!  We left for the Baby Penitentiary around 7.  Well around 7:30 Mommy's cellphone rang--it was the alarm company following up to make sure everything was okay because they sent the Police to the house because the "hostage alarm" was triggered.  Ha!!!  Mommy kept trying to call Daddy but couldn't get a hold of him.  It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;occured&lt;/span&gt; to her that she could call the school to see if I safely arrived--of course I did!  Mommy worried a whole lot less after hearing that I was safely deposited at the Baby Penitentiary.  (I am pretty sure she would have only left work if I wasn't at school---poor Daddy!!)  Anyway, Mommy eventually found Daddy--who returned home to get his cell phone.  Poor Daddy had to call the Sheriff to tell them not to come but the Sheriff had already came and went.  Daddy reported that the Sheriff checked the doors and windows and peeked into the house from the windows and decided that everything was probably okay.  Mommy worries about that because someone could have been hacking us to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; upstairs!!  I am really disappointed that I didn't get to see the policeman at the house---that would have been super cool!!!  Mommy thinks its probably a good thing because she suspects that I eventually would have figured out that if I push the right buttons I can get to check out police cars and eventually summons my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;favoritest&lt;/span&gt;--the fire truck!!!  Also, I need some help--Mommy is threatening to bill me if the Sheriff charges us for having to come out here for nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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(Well Almost)'/><author><name>Crown Prince Vance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16287708.post-8208439099222540476</id><published>2008-06-15T18:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T19:16:28.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year, Another Trip to the Keys!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Me Back at the Southernmost &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Point in the Continental United States!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWpQCSWWcI/AAAAAAAAANA/xX-EiCrMOCQ/s1600-h/SM+point.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212258236708051394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWpQCSWWcI/AAAAAAAAANA/xX-EiCrMOCQ/s320/SM+point.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesse and Me burying Joey at the Beach!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWnXmGPKDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/j3D5p_PqUjw/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256167556753458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWnXmGPKDI/AAAAAAAAAMY/j3D5p_PqUjw/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joey and Me checking out the view!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWnYWwP5aI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3B2SjwvIkww/s1600-h/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256180617864610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWnYWwP5aI/AAAAAAAAAMg/3B2SjwvIkww/s320/044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at that view!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWnaLaZYBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ToZp2hbm170/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256211933159442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWnaLaZYBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/ToZp2hbm170/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just too handsome!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWnajjugSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MRsQ9PvxxG4/s1600-h/072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256218414743842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWnajjugSI/AAAAAAAAAMw/MRsQ9PvxxG4/s320/072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say?? Those dolphins crack me up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWna4vPUfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yLogxEZp3Nk/s1600-h/172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212256224100176370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SFWna4vPUfI/AAAAAAAAAM4/yLogxEZp3Nk/s320/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mommy, Daddy and Me went on our annual pilgrimage to the Keys.  Only this time we had a weekend lay over in Dallas so we could watch Jesse graduate from high school and go to his party!  Can you believe it, Jesse is a full-fledged man now--he be educated!!!  I am proud of Jesse for working hard to get his diploma.  Anyway, Mommy decided that I probably shouldn't be in Dallas too long because I was trying to run with the big boys.  I got to hang out with My Joey and Jesse at their house.  Can you believe it, they even let me hang out with them when their big friends were there.  Mommy wasn't sure that I should be hanging out at the big boys table but she let me do it anyway because Joey and Jesse had my back!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uncle Fester, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lizzybeth&lt;/span&gt; and Ryan were there too!  I took care of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lizzybeth&lt;/span&gt; and Ryan while everyone went to Jesse's graduation.  I have to admit I did a good job of it too!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lizzybeth&lt;/span&gt; ditched me and went back to California.  She's mean for leaving me like that!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In addition to playing with the big boys, I got to play with Connor again.  Mommy was real proud of me for sharing the hose with Connor but I didn't like it because Connor wouldn't share with me.  His Daddy made sure he shared though.  After a while Connor and I decided to dump glasses of water on each other.  It didn't take us long to realize we could sneak up on the big boys and pour cold water on them!!  They didn't even beat us up for pouring water on them.  I wasn't too happy when someone squirted me in the face with water but I took it like a man in the end!!!  No tears if you want to run with the big dogs.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all went to the Keys the following Monday.  I got to take My Joey, Jesse, Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle F.O. on vacation with me.  As you can tell from the pictures I have two of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; cousins in the world because they hanged out with me and played with me.  Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; finally discovered the secret to getting me to give her a kiss...took her long enough!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess what else happened on vacation???  We were in Key West when Mommy took off with me and took me by the aquarium.  While we were standing there looking across the square she kept asking me, "Who's that?"   I kept looking and looking and finally I realized it was Uncle Carl and Aunt Kay!  I hollered because I was so excited!!!  Mommy let me take off running across the square so I could jump into Uncle Carl's arms!  Everyone was laughing because they didn't think I could run so fast!!  Boy oh boy, what a surprise that was!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a good time in the Keys.  Mommy took me on a special trip to the Theater by the Sea.  It was just the two of us!!  We got to see a seal do tricks, birds, fish and more fish.  I have to admit I almost stole a frog from the gift shop.  Mommy didn't see me pick it up but the clerk did.  I didn't mean to almost steal, I was certain Mommy would buy it for me, I simply forgot to mention that I had it.  Everything worked out in the end though because I gave it to the clerk and Mommy bought it for me---just like I knew she would!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Daddy was sad that he didn't get to go with us (not our fault he went on a fishing trip) so we took him to the Dolphin Research Center so we could see the dolphins.  Aunt Kay went with us---oh wait, she took us!  Thanks Aunt Kay!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to report that I was almost a good boy on the plane rides.  I think the people sitting in front of me were bothered by my little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;feeties&lt;/span&gt; kicking the back of the chair for hundreds of miles.  Oh well, the will eventually get over it!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, that was my vacation.  I hope My Joey and Jesse come see me soon.  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What Was She Thinking!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SCz1oIlslOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KExZ-VGUxdw/s1600-h/That+Puppy+Bites!!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200801739555247330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SCz1oIlslOI/AAAAAAAAAL4/KExZ-VGUxdw/s320/That+Puppy+Bites!!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good help sure is hard to find!!! My Secretary is getting extremely lazy lately. Anyway, I have been a busy boy learning to go "Pee-Pee on the Potty." I wasn't doing so well with it when I first started and acted a little stubborn about it. Seems I didn't care if I had an accident in my big boy underwear. Mommy fixed that problem though because she banned me from my big boy underwear. I am on the fast track to proving to Mommy that I can be trusted with big boy underwear and tell her all the time when I need to go potty. Well most of the time anyway!! She assures me that I am going to get my underwear back real soon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to spend the night at Grandma's last weekend because I had to give her some a card and some presents. I gave Mommy some cards and presents too. They both loved their cards and presents. Speaking of presents!!! I want to say thank you to Uncle F.O., Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;, Jesse, Joey, Uncle Tom, Aunt Terri, Jake and Brooke because I finally spent my Toys 'R Us money that I have been saving for something special only it took me a long time to figure out what really special present I needed to get for me. I got me my very own Thomas the Tank Engine "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;" Train table for all my Thomas trains (okay so Mommy kicked in some too)! I just love my big boy train table! I think Jessica is grateful for the table too because Mommy kicked out a lot of my toys to make room for my table which means there is less for Jessica to have to pick up and put away for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Guess who I saw the other night?? Daddy, Mommy and me had to drop something off in their old neighborhood and as we were driving by we saw Jackson and his Mommy in their front yard. We stopped to say hi to them. I didn't want anything to do with them!! Mommy had to smile though because as we were leaving Mommy told me to say bye bye to them and I ran over to Jackson and gave him a big hug (he hugged me too). I still didn't want to have anything to do with anyone else! Mommy and Daddy were really glad that I got to see Jackson. I even let Jackson see my new Fog Horn cars that I got at the toy store. He likes Thomas too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to the Greek Food Fest on Saturday. I got to try some Greek Food. Mommy was surprised that I actually tried some of the food. I think I even surprised myself. I learned my lesson though because I tried some of Daddy's food and he gave me something that was YUCKY!!! I wanted to spit it out but I didn't because Mommy gave me the look (she normally is the one who's hand I spit things in and this stuff was a little slimer than she cared to have to handle). I got a Zebra puppet there. I wanted to get a pink puppy dog but Mommy convinced me that a Z-Man needed a Zebra. I can see the logic in that!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that's my big news. I get to go on vacation next month so Mommy is planning on putting me through pool therapy soon. She is hoping that I don't repeat my antics of last year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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That's More Like It!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SA1L48eJgoI/AAAAAAAAALo/sYncg9Xfuj8/s1600-h/087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191889387105387138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SA1L48eJgoI/AAAAAAAAALo/sYncg9Xfuj8/s320/087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, Maybe I Don't Look As Silly As the Guy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;W&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ith&lt;/span&gt; The Pablo Backpack!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SA1LSMeJgnI/AAAAAAAAALg/itvytVxTJNQ/s1600-h/123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191888721385456242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SA1LSMeJgnI/AAAAAAAAALg/itvytVxTJNQ/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeying Around At the Zoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SA1KUseJgmI/AAAAAAAAALY/M_cqHXM2qag/s1600-h/153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191887664823501410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/SA1KUseJgmI/AAAAAAAAALY/M_cqHXM2qag/s320/153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was one busy boy this weekend. Mommy thought we should properly welcome springtime by having a fun filled weekend!! On Saturday Mommy and me went shopping to buy me some shorts and shirts so I won't sweat like a little piggy on warm days. We even bumped into Warden Kelly and her son while we were out shopping. Mommy was going to get me a new pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shoxx&lt;/span&gt; but I got bored with shopping so the trip to the shoe store ended with her carrying me out like a football!! Who needs new shoes anyway?? Besides, why can't see be like most Mommies and just turn up with new shoes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately Mommy didn't think I was so naughty that my afternoon field trip was cancelled. Guess where we went??? Daddy, Mommy and Me went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;FUNLAND&lt;/span&gt;!!! They had little rides for me and I got to go on the Super Slides in the Park!! I wasn't too big on the rides but Mommy made Daddy take me on some of the rides because I had so much fun on the rides at the State Fair. Mommy said if I didn't ride she was going to take the money out of my piggy bank to cover my tickets. What's a boy!!! Anyway, I didn't even want to ride the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; Train!!! I rode it twice. The first time the train broke down and we had to get off. The second time the Train Man didn't think it was very cute when I said, "Train Man---Train broke!" Where's his sense of humor? Anyway, I talked all about my train ride and the train man after that. Okay, so maybe Mommy was right! I have to admit, I had a blast!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I got to go to the Zoo!!! Mommy decided that my running off and trying to hide in public places isn't as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; as I think it is so she got me a Monkey for my back. It is suppose to be my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt;! I don't like having a monkey on my back! Daddy made me made by grabbing the end of the monkey's tail. Mommy told him to leave it alone and tuck it back into the pocket. So I took off running!! Mommy hollered after me and asked me if I wanted her to get the monkey's tail. Naturally I stopped dead in my tracks. I may have looked like a little dweeb with a monkey on his back but I would have been super dweeb if one of them was holding onto the tail. I got to see my elephant, a tiger, ducks, birds, fish, a squirrel, a Greater &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kudu&lt;/span&gt;, two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;giraffes&lt;/span&gt; and some turtles. Mommy also offered to let me ride the Camel but I declined. I wonder why she didn't force the issue?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a blast this weekend. Mommy says now that the weather is nicer we can go do lots of other things. 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A few weekends ago we went to Grandma's house for the second weekend in a row.  I got to see Aunt Terrie, Uncle Tom, Jake and Brooke.  Guess what???  I got an airplane from all of them!!  Thanks guys!! I also got to see Larry and Sandy!  I haven't seen them (well at least Sandy) in ages.  I had a blast tearing up Grandma's house.  What can I say, she lets me do it???!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got beat up at school last week!!  Me and another kid got into a fight at school.  It happened right before Mommy got there.  All the Wardens were mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;henning&lt;/span&gt; me when Mommy got there because I had a busted lip.  Mommy gave me a couple kisses, wiped my mouth and I was all better.  The Wardens were all besides themselves.  I think they thought my lawyer would sue them but my lawyer said that my lip has been busted before and will be busted a bunch of times before I get to a respectable age.  So much for having an overbearing lawyer!  Anyways, Mommy suspects that my buddy Carter was the one I was fighting with because his Mommy lingered an awfully long time in the parking lot to make sure I was okay.  Mommy says she has to suspect Carter because his Mommy lingered a little bit too long.  I won't tell who did it!!!  My lawyer did advise me though that the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Vengeance&lt;/span&gt; is mine" mentality is perfectly acceptable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mommy ditched Daddy and me last weekend.  She and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sommer&lt;/span&gt; went shopping and left Daddy and me to fend for ourselves.   It was just us four guys--Me, Daddy, Sebastian and Rufus.---We had a "Man Cave."  No girls were allowed...well okay, so we made a few hour exception for Ryan and Jessica but they don't really count.   Hmmm...does Rufus really count as a guy because he is awfully needy??  Daddy and I had a blast, well until it was bedtime and I made him "call Mama"!!!   We went to surprise Aunt Patty the next morning.  Uncle Fester was sleeping but he managed to drag his lazy bottom out of the bed to say hi.   Can you believe that Mommy ditched me and only managed to bring clothes back for me???  Isn't it a rule that parents have to bring toys home with them when they are gone overnight?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran away from home the other night...well under Mommy's supervision.  I walked all the way around our neighborhood...well except I made Mommy carry me and my lawn mower up the big hill.  I have to say that the exercise was quite good for me....I actually slept like a baby that night.  Speaking of sleep, can you believe that Mommy has instituted a bedtime policy for me?  She seemed to have grown weary with me staying up late so now she turns Pablo and the lights off and makes me go to sleep.  Mean Mommy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of mean, can you believe that three imbeciles have cast votes that reflect that I am spoiled??  Those people don't know me at all!!!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Anyway&lt;/span&gt;, that's all for now.  Oh yeah, Where's My Joey???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I like going to Grandma's because she lets me do all the things that I know Grandpa Jim wouldn't approve of. Daddy thought he was smart by putting a baby lock on the cabinet door to keep me away from all the flash lights and stuff. I pulled on the door so hard the lock snapped in half. That ought to teach Daddy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, the Easter Bunny found me at Grandma's house. I got to search for eggs all over the house and the Easter Bunny left me TWO EASTER BASKETS!!! I got a TON of candy, a new "boom box", an Easter Thomas train, a new Thomas movie, a new Elmo DVD and lots of little toys. The Easter Bunny even left baskets for Grandma, Daddy and Mommy. That Easter Bunny sure is thoughtful. I don't remember Santa leaving anything for them at Christmas. Hmmmm....Maybe they were bad!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for the miracle! I made it completely through a very long Church service!! That's right, I sure did. Nobody even bothered to give me a dirty look because I was a perfect angel through out the service. Mommy was extremely proud of me because she thought I was going to be my typical bad boy self and we would end up getting booted from the cry room. Hurrah for me!!! See I can be good!!! Mommy bragged on me to Grandma and Daddy when we caught up with them after the service. They were both very proud of me too!!! I also got to see Mr. Larry at Church. We then went back to Grandma's but I was fast asleep by the time we got back to Grandma's house. I think Oscar nipped my finger when I was sleeping. I woke up crying saying "my finger" and Oscar was sitting in the hallway looking guilty when Mommy got back there. No big deal though because Oscar is my buddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I woke up from my nap we went to see Aunt Patty, Uncle Fester, and Ryan. Aunt Patty's Mommy and brother Don were there too. "Mo" was there (he's Aunt Patty's Mommy's dog) Uncle Fester says that Mo and Rufus both work out at the same gym because they are both fatties! Anway, The Easter Bunny stopped by their house and left me a bunch of eggs, some Reese's Pieces Candy, "Dude Da Bunny" and a big bouncy toy. That Easter Bunny sure knows everything because he knew I was going to their house for dinner and he must have left me extra eggs because I was so good in Church. Aunt Patty made me a yummy dinner. I didn't care much for the ham though so Uncle Fester taught me to make Dexter "speak" for ham. I gave him some Macaroni and Cheese too. I tried to give him corn but nobody would let me. Oh well!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my Easter! I hope yours was "Hoppy"!!! Oh yeah, forgive the pictures, Mommy sure likes to forget the camera lately!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 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It has been a very interesting past few weeks. First it was cold, then it was hot, then it snowed, then it was hot, and now its rainy! I was surprised to see the snow. I kept saying "pretty snow" but when Daddy took me outside to go to the Baby Penitentiary I wasn't happy at all about having the snow on me. I kept saying "rain off" until Daddy brushed it off of me. I wasn't too happy at the Baby Penitentiary when the Wardens made us go outside to investigate it either. As you can tell though, I got over it. I think it had something to do with Mommy throwing snowballs. No, it wasn't funny at all when she threw one on my shoe!! I was rather &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; to see the snow balls on the windows though!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday I went to the allergist to get tested. Mommy and Daddy were exceptionally proud of me. I finally stood on the meat scale (scale) to get my weight taken, I stood up like a big boy without crying so they could see how big I am and I let them scratch my back a billion times to see what I might be allergic to. I did all of that without crying!!! Mommy and Daddy were very very proud of their big boy!!! Unfortunately, my big boy moment didn't last because when the doctor used the stethoscope on me I went ballistic!!! Stethoscopes can be very very dangerous!!! In any event, I passed my tests with flying colors and I got a new big boy puffer tube!! Since I had such a traumatic morning I got to go spend the day with Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl. I had a blast but I think they were happy when it was time for me to go home---they were awfully tired!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a boo-boo on my eye lid! I slipped in the tub while I was "practicing" my swimming and hurt my "head". Apparently the bathtub crayon holder caught me near my eye. I told Mommy to kiss my head and she did. Then she saw that it was really my eyelid. Can you believe that she didn't tell me that my eyelid was bleeding?? Mommy fixed me all up and I was better in no time. She really thought that I was going to be upset for a long time but I had to "suck it up" really quickly because there was some pretty loud "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tunder&lt;/span&gt;" and it made the lights go out for a second. I jumped straight out of the bath tub and right into Mommy's arms. I kept telling the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tunder&lt;/span&gt; to "shut it" but it didn't work! Anyway, my eye is okay but it I have a scrape and it is a little black and blue on the eye lid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to report that I am going through a hitting stage! I am learning this from my buddies at school! Mommy feels sorry for the two girls in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cell block&lt;/span&gt; because Mommy says that there are way too many boys versus girls which makes us all mean!! Today Daddy witnessed Carter getting pushed off the table by Jake while three other boys were in a tussle. Carter fell and hit his head really hard on the ground. The Wardens were busy breaking up tussles and helping Carter so Daddy had to go find the Head Warden to get an ice pack for Carter. When Daddy told her what happens she referred to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cell block&lt;/span&gt; as "Savages." Yes we are, thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the eggs...Tomorrow is the Great Easter Egg Hunt at the Baby Penitentiary. Mommy thought that since I tend to be a little wimpy and a little a.d.d. I might need to practice the egg hunting thingy to refresh my memory of last year so that I can get some eggs tomorrow. Good plan Mommy but you may have shown me too much. On the first run I quickly found all the eggs Mommy hid from me. On the second run I remembered "Emmy Ms" were in the eggs so I had to stop and open every egg to get the "Emmy Ms" and discard the egg. This slowed my speed way down and Mommy told me that if I wanted to get any "Emmy Ms" the Baby Penitentiary tomorrow I am going to have to get a lot of eggs and put them in my bucket and then open last. So on the third run I threw the bucket down and got as many eggs as I could carry and tried to open them all in one spot. Maybe I will take Mommy's advice and put the eggs in the bucket and open them all after the egg hunt. Anyway, Mommy did tell me that I have to make sure that I make sure the girls get some eggs at the hunt tomorrow and to help them if necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Dude--Are there any other super tall ladders you want to let me climb up?? 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Santa Remembers Even the Naughtiest Boys!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorry &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pictures&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mommy&lt;/span&gt; forgot &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; bring &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; camera &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; use &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt; phone&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Me before church!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cPffgqRPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iOv1pBSP_GA/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149601732630299890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cPffgqRPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iOv1pBSP_GA/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas Eve present to take the edge off!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cPWPgqROI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/99GTdBUUzo0/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149601573716509922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cPWPgqROI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/99GTdBUUzo0/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandma Dale got me a car!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cO_PgqRNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/g_OXyfvj_vY/s1600-h/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149601178579518674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cO_PgqRNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/g_OXyfvj_vY/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Choo&lt;/span&gt; Trains!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cOu_gqRMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/txwjBmHC-Jo/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149600899406644418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cOu_gqRMI/AAAAAAAAAKA/txwjBmHC-Jo/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even got a train track!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cOgPgqRLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eTUlZw9iUrs/s1600-h/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149600646003573938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R3cOgPgqRLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/eTUlZw9iUrs/s320/063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I LOVE CHRISTMAS!!! Mommy, Daddy and Me made the Christmas rounds!! I went to see Grandpa Len and Granny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt;! They got me Pirate Treasure!!! I got my very own treasure chest, a book and a roll of dollar coins!!! I was playing catch with Grandpa Len when I decided I might try throwing my roll of dollar coins. I yelled "Ready!" but Mommy quickly yelled "NO!" and took my roll of money from me!! I think she may have thought that Grandpa Len's reflexes might be a little slow in his old age! Oh well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Grandma Dale's on Christmas Eve. It was still strange not having Grandpa Jim there but Grandma Dale let me do the things that Grandpa Jim didn't let me do. We all went to church that night. Daddy and Grandma Dale went into the main part of the church while Mommy and me went to the "cry room" since I have a bad track record in church. I was having a blast in the cry room!! I was climbing the walls, climbing all over the pews (even busted my lip doing that), sticking my face on the window that looks into the main part of the church, jumping off the pews, yelling for the sake of yelling, tormenting the little girl behind us and taking toys away from a bigger boy!!! Can you believe it, I even got booted from the cry room!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt; ME!!! (Well technically I didn't since Mommy decided to take me outside on her own because I was too rowdy but everyone was happy to see us go!!! I think they might have felt sorry for Mommy though.) I got to run all over the place once we got outside. Maybe I ran a little too much because Mommy took me into the lobby of the church to wait for Daddy and Grandma Dale. I discovered the water fountain in there. I don't know why Mommy made a big deal out of a lot of water on the wall but we ended up back outside. This time Mommy held me hostage on her shoulders so I couldn't run off or break anything!!! I showed her...I pulled on her hair, her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt; and pinched her cheeks!!! Mommy told me that Santa Claus wasn't going to come see me because I was being very very naughty!! Can you believe that Mommy actually asked me if I put some "crack" in my bottle before we got to church????!!!! Anyway, Daddy and Grandma Dale finally came out of the church. Mommy promptly told Daddy that she "quits" and gave me to him. I just laughed and laughed and laughed!!! She wouldn't even let me watch Pablo in the car because she said I was too naughty!!! I think Daddy was proud of me for being so rowdy that I got booted from the cry room!! Mommy told me that all she wants for Christmas is for she and I not have to leave a church service!! I have a feeling that isn't going to happen any time soon!! I think Mommy was done being upset with me by the time we got back to Grandma Dale's house because she let me open two presents!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Turns out that Santa didn't care if I was naughty or nice because he gave me two presents, candy, play dough, and a new pair of Mickey Mouse &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Crocs&lt;/span&gt;!!! I got a Thomas the Tank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Engine&lt;/span&gt; Railway set and a remote control Bob the Builder Bulldozer set (which I have conveniently name "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Canta&lt;/span&gt; Cause"). I got loads of toys from Daddy and Mommy. I wasn't too impressed with the clothes though. Grandma Dale got me a Pablo Go-Kart, books, a movie, some clothes and two trains (Edward and James)!! I got mega Toys 'R Us bucks from Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;, Uncle F.O., Jesse and My Joey. I got even more from Aunt Terri, Uncle Tom, Jake and Brooke. I picked out a remote control train set and two more Thomas trains with some of my Toys 'R Us bucks and have plenty left to spend. I got real money from Grandma Lily and Kim but Mommy and Daddy are making me save it. I get my presents from Uncle Fester, Aunt Patty, Ryan and My Jessica this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a great Christmas! 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The Drama Continues!!!'/><author><name>Crown Prince Vance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16287708.post-3451798944435244206</id><published>2007-12-10T21:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:24:22.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Terrible Twos!!!  Bye Bye Grandpa Jim!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa Jim and Me at our first Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R2CfNHzUOQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TNOxWcAMOjc/s1600-h/100_0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143285822238505218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R2CfNHzUOQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TNOxWcAMOjc/s320/100_0561.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa Jim and Me being fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R14ETHzUOPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Q2N5BXi4p7I/s1600-h/100_1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142552551061993714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R14ETHzUOPI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Q2N5BXi4p7I/s320/100_1101.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally got more hair than Grandpa Jim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R14DRnzUOOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hlNkFXZfkJ0/s1600-h/100_1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142551425780562146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R14DRnzUOOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/hlNkFXZfkJ0/s320/100_1643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa Jim and Me share a moment over a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R14B_HzUONI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4RcMeT3RZIg/s1600-h/348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142550008441354450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R14B_HzUONI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4RcMeT3RZIg/s320/348.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Granpa&lt;/span&gt; Jim (taken at my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; birthday party--Why didn't Mommy take a better picture??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R14AZnzUOMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CjuNxTB9zXo/s1600-h/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142548264684632258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/R14AZnzUOMI/AAAAAAAAAJI/CjuNxTB9zXo/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand why they call it "Terrible Twos!" My "two" got off to a horrible start--I lost my Grandpa Jim last Monday night!! I knew something was terribly wrong when Mommy and Daddy woke me up in the middle of the night, took my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blanky&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pilly&lt;/span&gt;" (pillow) to take me to Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Fester's&lt;/span&gt; and Aunt Patty. I tried to make the best of the situation by entertaining Uncle Fester, Aunt Patty and My Jessica. Uncle Fester said that Aunt Patty and I had a snore fest and that I am a bed hog. Dude---Am Not!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aunt Patty took me to work with her that morning and then she took me to the Baby Penitentiary! Guess what, Aunt Patty picked me up and got me a happy meal!!! Is she the best or what?? Mommy came back home Tuesday night and took me to Grandma Dale's so I could be reunited with Daddy and be there for Grandma Dale. Call me crazy, but I think Uncle Fester was actually ready for me to go!! He looked a little worn out by the time Mommy got there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am happy to report that I was a very good boy the whole way there. Mommy was worried about venturing off in the dark with me that far. I may be two but I am not dumb. I knew that I was expected to be the man of the car and not cause any problems for Mommy!!  Aunt Terri, Uncle Tom, Jake and Brooke were there too! I have to admit that I cheated on Jessica....I loved playing with Brooke and copying everything she did. Sorry Jessica...I needed a chick fix. Anyways, I got to see all kinds of people at Grandma's house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday we all said bye-bye to Grandpa Jim. Uncle Fester and Aunt Patty came all the way to sit with me in the church so I didn't cause a huge disturbance. I got to see Grandpa Len and Granny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bev&lt;/span&gt; (I think she may still be crying), Uncle Carl, Aunt Kay, Uncle Jerry and Auntie Norma and a host of other people and family members. I had so many of my favorite people around I didn't know what to do! I am happy to report that I was very well behaved!! Okay, except for spitting out the macaroni and cheese in the church dining hall! What can I say...it wasn't very good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, I am going to miss my Grandpa Jim. I am glad that I didn't get banned from the services because I got to say bye bye to Grandpa Jim. I didn't know Grandpa Jim for very long but I know I am going to miss my Grandpa Jim because he was one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; Grandpas ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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My Joey and Aunt Lili flew all the way here again just to bring me presents!! (I missed out on my Uncle F.O. and Jesse). I got a new hockey stick, hockey balls, and an official Dallas Stars hockey jersey. I am going to play hockey like My Joey and Jesse when I get bigger!!! Grandpa Jim and Grandma Dale came by also to bring me a sound stage as a present!! Grandpa Len and Granny Bev brought me a new bike!! Uncle Fester, Aunt Patty, Ryan and My Jessica got me a new outfit (my cleaning babe was adamant that I not get anymore toys---TOO BAD!) Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl got me the bestest wagon ever---I even pulled Mommy down the drive way in it. Uncle Jerry and Auntie Norma got me the coolest Tonka truck!!! (Uncle Jerry picked it out because Auntie Norma does not know how to pick out cool big boy toys. Thanks for watching my back Uncle Jerry--again!! Let's not forget about the pumpkin at Halloween.) Miss Rita got me a phonic alphabet set for the refrigerator. I get to pick a present at the store from Uncle Tom, Aunt Terri, Jake and Brooke. Last but not least...I got a great easel from Sommer and Amanda so I can write, color and paint all over Mommy's walls. Mommy says that when I color and paint on the walls those two are going to be over here repainting. Big hugs and kisses to all and a tons of thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Mommy and Daddy have decided that my toy situation has gone from ridiculous to extremely absurd. Much to the pleasure of My Jessica, Mommy has ousted about half my toys from the house. She bagged up the half that I don't really use anymore and put it in the attic. I am going to yard sale them one day so I can buy more toys!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks everyone!!! 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The Wardens decided that the inmates were such good inmates that we got to have a Halloween party!  Mommy sent all kinds of cookies for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cell block&lt;/span&gt; (for some strange reason though she sent the kinds that I love most!)!  Anyway, we all got to go to school wearing our costumes and we got all kinds of treats!!  I even got a "pig out" for all the eating I managed to do at the party!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Mommy busted me out of the Baby Penitentiary, she said we had to go home and wait for Daddy because we had plans.  Guess what???  Mommy and I checked out my goody bags (that's right--bags)  and I got to eat some more candy and use my new skeleton straw.  Guess what else???  I went to Auntie Norma and Uncle Jerry's house as a trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;treater&lt;/span&gt; for the very first time.  Guess what???  I got my very own pumpkin filled with goodies from Auntie Norma and Uncle Jerry!  (Rumor has it that I wouldn't have gotten a pumpkin had Uncle Jerry not told Auntie Norma that I had to get a pumpkin from them too!!!  Thanks Uncle Jerry...I always knew you would have my back!  We men have to stick together!)  I had a blast over there especially because I got to see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PPs&lt;/span&gt; (they are dogs)!  Of course the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mamarattzi&lt;/span&gt; was right there clicking away!!  Would hate for her to not document my first treat or treat outing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to Uncle Fester Dude's new house after we left Uncle Jerry and Auntie Norma's.  He opened the door to give me candy and I ran straight into the house to him!  I think that helped me get extra candy!!  Mommy told me that when I am trick or treating I am not suppose to run into people's houses.  Oh well!!  Aunt Patty and Ca finally came home so I could go trick or treating to safe people's houses!  Mommy was positioning herself to take pictures when we got to Debbie's house.  Ca helped me ring the bell and sure enough just as soon as the door open I flew inside.  Mommy panicked but Aunt Patty told her that it was okay because Ryan was over there and she was the one who opened the door!!  I don't think Mommy could help herself...she had to remind me again to not run into people's houses.  Why does she think I am a moron???  Of course I know not to go into strangers houses!!  Anyway, we went to Aunt Patty's mom's house and I got candy and I also got to play with her phone!!  Mommy tells me that I should consider myself lucky because not many trick or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;treaters&lt;/span&gt; get to play with other people's phones!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, my first trick or treating adventure was a huge success.  I had an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;oreo&lt;/span&gt; cookie and M&amp;amp;M beard by the time we got home.  Mommy was just glad that we got home quick enough to clean the night off of me!!  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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLVmia5JII/AAAAAAAAAHw/xH_nn1LHIRs/s320/102_3580.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proof That Mommy Goes Places With Me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Also a fine example as to why Daddy is not allowed to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;take pictures of Mommy and Me!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLU3ya5JHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4gukKHkCT1k/s1600-h/102_3404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121389781166138482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLU3ya5JHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4gukKHkCT1k/s320/102_3404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Me Are Going To Go Up Up and Away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLUrSa5JGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vxZO-WqomZM/s1600-h/102_3587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121389566417773666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLUrSa5JGI/AAAAAAAAAHg/vxZO-WqomZM/s320/102_3587.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Me Going Down a Big Wee (Slide)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLUPya5JFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PllNGbPCcZo/s1600-h/102B3300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121389093971371090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLUPya5JFI/AAAAAAAAAHY/PllNGbPCcZo/s320/102B3300.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Carl and Me Riding the Trucks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLT3Ca5JEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DsAwlnYHhvc/s1600-h/102_3334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121388668769608770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLT3Ca5JEI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/DsAwlnYHhvc/s320/102_3334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Me Winning Prizes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLTmCa5JDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iLuJW-rS7wI/s1600-h/102_3671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121388376711832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLTmCa5JDI/AAAAAAAAAHI/iLuJW-rS7wI/s320/102_3671.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kay, Uncle Carl and Me Got Ate By A Bear!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLTUSa5JCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VXjMpIHn5BM/s1600-h/102_3515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121388071769154594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLTUSa5JCI/AAAAAAAAAHA/VXjMpIHn5BM/s320/102_3515.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and Me Dancing To Charlie Daniels Band!!! Hee Haw!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLS4ia5JBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LrhdFfvp5F4/s1600-h/102_3687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121387595027784722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RxLS4ia5JBI/AAAAAAAAAG4/LrhdFfvp5F4/s320/102_3687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another great weekend!!!  Mommy and I went shopping Saturday morning while Daddy and Uncle Fester did big guy things.  Guess what??  Mommy lifted the Pablo ban in her car and hooked up my portable DVD player (I got it for vacation) and let me watch my shows while we rode around.  We went to Babies 'R Us (her idea not mine).  Mommy said that the store is two years too late for us.  Oh well.  Anyway, the Krispy Kreme man was there giving out free doughnuts.   Mommy was nice enough to get me a doughnut.  I wolfed it down!  I love doughnuts.  I also got to see Geoffry the Giraffe.  I made him keeps is distance though because he may have been interesting, he was also kind of creepy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I got to see Uncle Fester, Aunt Patty and My Jessica!!  They came over to hang out with me on Saturday.  I got to chase Jessica around and help her clean up my mess!!  Uncle Fester let me taste his Frappacino.  Mommy wasn't too happy about that.  What can I say, I am a Vance and I love my coffee!!!  I was mean to Aunt Patty!  I had a squirt bottle to play with.  Uncle Fester asked me if I wanted him to shoot Mommy with the squirt bottle and I said "No."  He asked me if I wanted him to shoot Daddy, I said "No." Then he asked if I wanted him to shoot Aunt Patty with the water and I said "YES!"  So he did it.  It was funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mommy and Daddy woke me up from my nap early on Sunday.  I was mad!!!  Mommy told me to keep yelling about it because in the end I would be happy about being disturbed.  Sure enough, I was ECSTATIC in the end.  We went to the State Fair!!  We even invited Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl to come with us!  I hadn't seen much of them since we got back from vacation and was placed in the bigger boy side of the room, so seeing them was great!  We walked all over the fair checking out all of the food.  They tried to get me to eat some fried coke but I wasn't going to have any part of that.  I prefer my coke to be coke and my dough to be dough!!  I got to nibble on treats though!!  Daddy and I checked out the big boy wee (slide).  I wasn't sure about going into the ride at first but after going down the wee I ran away from Daddy to get back inside so I could go wee again!!  I kept eyeing the humongous wee but Mommy told me that I wasn't ready for that one yet.  Maybe next year!!  I also got to ride the "jet" with Daddy, the trucks with Uncle Carl, the roller coaster with Mommy (that was a blast---I had a huge smile on my face the entire time--I just love those fast turns), the spinning bears with Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl and the carousel with Daddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Kay got scolded (not really) because I sneaked some goat food into my mouth when she wasn't looking.  Mommy didn't miss a thing though!! Uncle Carl was not the other side of the pen and I am sure he was glad that he wasn't over there.  All of this is really Uncle Fester's fault though.  After all, he is the one that taught me how to use the "gumball" machines and that treats come out of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I won prizes at the fair!  I got to play the dart game.  I think I scared the guy though because he eventually handed me a balloon and told me to pop it with the dart.  I think that he was afraid that my aim would improve and I would actually manage to hit him with the dart!!  I got a fish from him!  I also got to pick ducks!!  I got two fish and a frog!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well that was my weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Mommy has decided to wait to leave me when Warden Kristy is there and makes sure that I have the right phone to play with.  Anyway, Mommy and Warden Kristy thought I was going to have a melt down the other day because they couldn't find the right phone.  We looked everywhere for it but it was no where to be found.  I went back to Mommy and said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;C'Mon&lt;/span&gt;" and motioned for the door.  I started to make my meltdown face when Mommy told me I had to stay and tried to give me a different phone.  Warden Kristy saved the day though because she told me we would look for it in the other closet.  That seemed reasonable enough to me so I agreed to a temporary cease fire.  Fortunately for me, Mommy, Warden Kristy and everyone else in the room the phone was hidden in the closet behind some other toys.  Apparently there was a prison riot and the phone was involved so it got sent to isolation (along with a bunch of other toys).  I told Mommy bye once I had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;possesssion&lt;/span&gt; of the phone.  Mommy was really impressed with my manners on Friday.  I was playing in the bigger kids cell waiting for Warden Kristy to get to my cell with the breakfast cart.  Hayden came over to play with me.  Mommy  told me to share the phone with Hayden that day.  So I gladly handed the phone to Hayden so he could play with it.  As soon as we got into our cell I grabbed our phone.  Each of us had an identical phone.  However, I had the phone that belonged in our cell and Hayden didn't.  Did I plan that out right or not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great weekend.  Mommy and Daddy surprised me Saturday by taking me to the Pumpkin Patch!!  I wasn't too thrilled about the pumpkin patch at first.  It wasn't long before I realized that there were all kinds of things to do at the pumpkin patch!  I had a blast running through the tunnel under the haystacks.  I also got to climb all over the haystacks just like the big boys!!!  We then went to to find the perfect pumpkins!!  I got to pick pumpkins for Me, Mommy, Daddy, Uncle Carl, Aunt Kay and Jessica.  Mommy says I was wasn't very nice on the pumpkin picking.  I would pick up almost any old pumpkin and throw it in the wagon except for Jessica's!!  I carefully examined the pumpkins to find the perfect pumpkin for My Jessica and then I gently placed it in the wagon.  What kind of guy would I be if I picked just any old pumpkin and threw it in the wagon for my best girl Jessica???  Anyway, later that day I got t deliver my pumpkin to Jessica!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday Mommy, Daddy and me went searching for a Halloween costume I might actually tolerate wearing (Mommy found me a Pablo costume but it is too big and too heavy so she decided to just keep it around for later).  We went all over looking for costumes.  We finally settled on a light weight fireman's costume.  I am sure I will throw the hat off but at least the rest of the costume has a chance of staying on.  Anyway, while we were looking for costumes I was also shoe shopping.  I just love shoes!!  Mommy says it is the Imelda Marcos in me that makes me love shoes so much.  I got a brand new pair of Sketchers that light up when ever I jump!  Daddy said I didn't need them since I got a new pair of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sketchers&lt;/span&gt; (with lights even) earlier last week.  Mommy is the best though because she said that I needed them because they were a different color and I wanted them and that's all that matters!!!  Besides, Mommy said it was either the Sketchers or the sparkly pink ballerina shoes that I was making a fuss over.  Daddy eventually saw the wisdom of me getting the new pair of light up Sketchers.  Anyway, I love my new shoes and I like to jump to make them blink.  I won't even let Daddy put non-lighting shoes on me now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvhNCA8svkI/AAAAAAAAAGY/2jmiex4IZGU/s320/213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy and Me At Sunrise. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvhMKg8svjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M9kR0GvEsVA/s1600-h/248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113921120406126130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvhMKg8svjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/M9kR0GvEsVA/s320/248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Serenade on Duvall Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvgmIg8sviI/AAAAAAAAAGI/T5UFr7ZPzCE/s1600-h/S6300321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113879304604532258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvgmIg8sviI/AAAAAAAAAGI/T5UFr7ZPzCE/s320/S6300321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding the Pigeons At the Aquarium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvglNQ8svhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GqCjcTl_dqo/s1600-h/S6300439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113878286697283090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvglNQ8svhI/AAAAAAAAAGA/GqCjcTl_dqo/s320/S6300439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daddy and Me At the Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvgkFg8svgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fh9dvP6d4Nw/s1600-h/S6300223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113877054041669122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvgkFg8svgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Fh9dvP6d4Nw/s320/S6300223.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Carl and Me Watching the FISH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rvgjlg8svfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tqZMg41UVBE/s1600-h/S6300133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113876504285855218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rvgjlg8svfI/AAAAAAAAAFw/tqZMg41UVBE/s320/S6300133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Here Little Shell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvgjHw8sveI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kbYHj5XkgGc/s1600-h/S6300197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113875993184746978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvgjHw8sveI/AAAAAAAAAFo/kbYHj5XkgGc/s320/S6300197.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too Much Vacation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvgibQ8svdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M7JMiKdrXO4/s1600-h/S6300138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113875228680568274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvgibQ8svdI/AAAAAAAAAFg/M7JMiKdrXO4/s320/S6300138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a vacation!!! I had a blast on vacation. Mommy backed down and tried to take me to Meet the Dolphins face to face. She knew that I would probably freak out since I would have to get into the water with her to meet them. Mommy decided it was only money and maybe the lure of the fish would be great enough for me to endure getting into the water. I spazzed just as soon as I saw everyone else get into the water so Mommy decided not to even bother trying to get me to go further. The dolphin seem to sense that I was apprehensive so he came and "talked" to me. That seemed to satisfy me and Mommy. Besides, I got to see them a lot closer than I would have had we not paid so all was not lost. Mommy assures me though that she is going to make me beg to swim with the dolphins for three separate trips before she will let me do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out on the beach with Uncle Carl, Aunt Kay and Daddy. We would look for crabs, shells, coconuts, fish and doggies!! I had a blast. Saturday afternoon we went to Key West to explore. I got to feed the chickens and the pigeons. I had a blast doing that! Mommy decided we needed to abandon the chickens and the pigeons because I started throwing my hot dog to them instead of eating it. Daddy and I got serenaded by a guy and his dog. He some how knew my name is Buddy and that my favoritest song is Puff the Magic Dragon! That was a fun experience but the guy didn't know all of the words and can't sing the song nearly as well as Uncle Carl!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Carl and I did the "Duval Crawl," which means we walked to all the bars (No people, we didn't go in or have any drinks. Jeez--what kind of godfather do you think I have??). Any way stopped in front of one bar and the guy singing stopped in the middle of his song to announce "Shots for Tots!" Mommy thought that was hilarious but did tell Uncle Carl that he probably shouldn't be "bar hopping" with his godson. Uncle Carl told Mommy that it was okay because it was my idea!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the aquarium on Sunday before we went to the airport. Daddy and I got to see the fish, turtles and feed the pigeons. I was suppose to be feeding the fish but the pigeons were a little jealous and aggressive so I had to feed them too. Daddy couldn't get the food out of the machine quick enough for the pigeons and they pecked him for being too slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was long. There were a lot of grumpy people on the planes. That's okay though because I don't care that they didn't like me because I didn't like them either. Daddy and I got on the plane early in Miami because I was having a tantrum about having to leave the pay phone that I was playing with. When Mommy finally on the plane I started screaming because I wanted to go to her but wasn't allowed to because other people were also getting on the plane at the time. Can you believe that some lady said "I am gonna kill that child"? Mommy thought about saying something to her but decided to just let it go since Mommy couldn't think of a polite way to say anything to her. I was better on the flight from Chicago to Little Rock. Mommy did laugh though because one lady was mad simply because I was speaking.  I didn't like that lady at all!!  Apparently I wasn't the only one who didn't like her--the stewardess barely bumped her as she was passing by and the lady got all agitated and disgruntled. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home really late. I was out cold and it wasn't until this morning that I realized where we were. I woke up at the crack of dawn and saw Rufus on the bed with us. I hugged him really tight. I think Rufus missed me too because he actually let me hug him for a really long time. Just as soon as I passed the closet that is home to the vacuum cleaner I tried to get it out. Mommy told me that we don't vacuum before the sun comes up and I could vacuum after we get home from school. Speaking of school. I graduated to the bigger boy side of the room last week. I am now on the potty side of the room. Mommy and Daddy were really excited because I get to "pee" at school and am back together with Jake. Yay!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now. Oh yeah, Uncle Fester thanks for taking care of Rufus and Sebastian. You the Man Dude!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Part Deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Got To Wake Up To This View!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvggdQ8svcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0ToAyic3XCo/s1600-h/S6300083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113873064017051074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvggdQ8svcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0ToAyic3XCo/s320/S6300083.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greetings from the Florida Keys!!! I got to get up at 3:30 a.m. yesterday morning so I could go on vacation. Mommy was certain that I would go back to sleep in the car but I didn't!! Guess what?? We went and picked up Aunt Key!!! I was so excited to see her in the middle of the night!!! Guess who I saw at the airport??? Uncle Jar!!! Seems he was going on vacation with me too!!! The airport man made Daddy mad because he was taking too long to get our tickets spit out of the machine. Turns out once again I was on the wrong side of the plane! They need to make up their minds because in the past when I booked one side of the plane they said I was on the wrong side. Then the next time I book the other side and it is still wrong!! Anyway, after we finally got away from the ticket man we had to go through security and that took forever!! We barely made our plane. They were actually calling our names telling us we had two minutes or we would be out of luck!! Daddy was grumpy grumpy grumpy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast on the plane to Dallas. Then I got to ride the train! Then another plane to Miami! They took forever to let us off the plane in Miami. I finally said "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rrrrrrready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" and everyone laughed! I don't know why they laughed, I was tired of waiting to get off the plane. I got to run all around the Miami airport yelling "truck" and "jet" at all of them moving around. Mommy said that my legs needed to run off some pent up energy...so ran I did!! We got onto a smaller plane in Miami and flew to Key West. I had fun tearing up the plane. Mommy cautioned me about making too much of a fuss before the plane took off because she said if I was bad the plane would make me stay in Miami while everyone else went to the Keys. I was happy to land in Key West until I realized I was going to be stuck in the car for a while. We finally got to our hotel where I could play on the beach and stick my toes in the ocean and the pool! They were late feeding me so when we were on our way to dinner I kept telling Daddy "eat." I think he finally got the message because I finally got some food. I even got my food before everyone else!! I even got to taste some fried alligator. I was out cold by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;time we got back to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I ran some errands with Daddy while Mommy, Aunt Key and Uncle Jar swam with the dolphins. I was asleep when Mommy called Daddy to come get them. Guess what though?? Mommy woke me up and told me look at the fish. Guess what?? I woke up and screamed "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fiiiiiiiishhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!" I was so excited to see all the fish!! There were dolphins everywhere! They all chattered at me and swam around. That was definitely worth waking up for!! I was going to meet a dolphin but they said I had to be three! That's okay though because Mommy promises that we will go back when I am old enough to meet the dolphin. Besides, who says you have to be three to have FUN!!! I even got a stuffed "fish" (dolphin) to take home with me. I love my fish and have been giving it lots of kisses and cookies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I guess I misunderstood what a vacation really is. Do you know that I have been sick on vacation? My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knuckle headed&lt;/span&gt; parents made me go to the doctor today to get checked out since I have to fly home. ONE DOES NOT GO TO DOCTORS WHILE ON VACATION. Anyway, the doctor gave me a prescription for some antibiotics but he said to fill it only if I didn't get better with some over the counter stuff. He seems to think I will be okay but understands the concern since I am holding my ear and have yucky green stuff coming out of my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to meet a doggy tonight. He is staying here too. I had fun chasing him on the beach. I wanted to give him a hug but Mommy says I cannot hug strange animals. The only "strange" animals I can give hugs to is Rufus and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, that is my vacation so far. Mommy has taken tons of pictures of me already and will post some when we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I have taken my vacuum obsession to a new extreme. I am sitting here without a vacuum. Mommy showed Uncle Carl the video clip of me vacuuming and I went NUTS!!! Since I cannot vacuum myself it is very soothing to watch video clips of myself vacuuming over and over again. Mommy says I really really need to find a vacuum cleaners' anonymous program to enroll in. I can even operate the buttons on the computer myself to watch the video clip. I drove Mommy nuts watching the clip for thirty minutes straight!! By the way, I sure look good in film!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My Joey and Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....I wish you were here!! 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Part Deux'/><author><name>Crown Prince Vance</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/RvggdQ8svcI/AAAAAAAAAFY/0ToAyic3XCo/s72-c/S6300083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16287708.post-2914585615507568344</id><published>2007-09-16T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:45:55.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Obnoxious!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yoo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hoo&lt;/span&gt;!! Mr. Elephant Where Are You???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Ru3lfUKDNHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/snumc3_PMNk/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110993478284948594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Ru3lfUKDNHI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/snumc3_PMNk/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where Did He Go???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Ru3k00KDNGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xWSiQFG20tw/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110992748140508258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Ru3k00KDNGI/AAAAAAAAAFI/xWSiQFG20tw/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have been a very busy boy this weekend. Mommy has decided that I am obnoxious about the vacuum cleaner. I insist that we vacuum all day long and throw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tantrums&lt;/span&gt; when we don't!!! Mommy has decided that she would rather let me have tantrums than vacuum from dawn to dust. She will be singing a different tune in a few years when I refuse to do anything to help around here. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see Grandpa Jim and Grandma Dale this weekend!! They came to see me. I put them in my house out back. I was nice though because I didn't shut the windows on them. They finally managed to escape when I went to try to get Mommy and put her in the house too. (Mommy refused to get put into the "Buddy House" she claims to be a tent person and not a house person) Anyway, I was exhausted from vacuuming and showing off for Grandpa Jim and Grandma Dale, Mommy turned her back on me for two whole minutes (Worry not, Grandma Dale had her eyes on me) and I laid face down on the living room floor and passed out cold. Mommy had to pry the "nanny" (banana---Duh! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sommer&lt;/span&gt;!) out of my hand and carry me off to my bed. Mommy said she should have taken a picture of me passed out with my nanny but she didn't think of it at the time. Apparently I am having the opposite problem than I had a few weeks ago. I woke up from my nap and Grandpa Jim and Grandma Dale were gone!! People are now disappearing while I sleep!! Auntie Kay (a/k/a Key) came by to see me. I showed her my vacuuming skills. Mommy wouldn't plug it in for me though because she was tired of hearing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyway, I got to see Aunt Patty and My Jessica today. I even called Aunt Patty Pat!! I helped Jessica clean but I think that she is starting to think like Mommy---that I am more of a nuisance than a helper. Oh well!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy, Daddy and me went to the Zoo this afternoon because they thought it would be the perfect day to go to the Zoo since it was so nice out. The plan was good but it was a little hotter than they thought. There weren't very many animals out today. Mommy says we need to make the Zoo a morning deal because they all seem to be out in the mornings and all the food machines are full of treats for me to give to the animals. I was kind of disappointed because the elephants were in their house so I couldn't see them that well. I did remember the soda machine over by the elephants!! Daddy wanted to get me some snacks from the vendor but I ran off and went to the soda machine instead!! Mommy was kind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;enough&lt;/span&gt; to put money in the machine for me and told me what button to push to get my orange pop. After I got my soda out of the machine, I went with Daddy to check out the food guy. Daddy got us a corn dog and a funnel cake!!! Yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now. I have to get plenty of rest because I have a busy week coming up!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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(We have the same hair!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rty1c3kSICI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ezT4ppxAUkU/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106155585088397346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rty1c3kSICI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ezT4ppxAUkU/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joey and Me Calling Girls!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rty1NHkSIBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lV7gDlw8VDA/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106155314505457682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rty1NHkSIBI/AAAAAAAAAE4/lV7gDlw8VDA/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy seem to think it is fun to mess with my head!!! I went to bed last night and it was just Mommy, Daddy, Sebastian, Rufus and me. I woke up this morning and noticed there were people sleeping on my couch. I wasn't sure if I was just seeing things or not so I pointed them out to Daddy. Daddy took me back to the bedroom so I could have my milk but I didn't want to be there!!! I grabbed my milk and stormed back into the living room, climbed into the recliner and demanded Pablo. This is my house and my routine!!! Turns out it was My Joey and Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; (who fell asleep there). Mommy and Daddy chased them off to a proper bed before I threw a huge fit. Daddy and I then did our normal thing...well, at least after I insisted that Mommy and me have our morning "coffee" together. Daddy took me on a major breakfast bonanza today (having company has its perks). We went to Burger King to get my tater tots and Daddy's turbo coffee, to the doughnut shop and then to Wally Mart!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to hang out with Mommy, Daddy, Uncle F.O. and Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; this morning. So when I woke up from my nap I got really really angry because there were even more people in my house. People multiplied like gremlins!!! Joey was awake, Jesse came out of the man cave, Uncle Fester, Aunt Patty, Jessica and Ryan were there! I threw a big fit because I wasn't sure about having ended the day yesterday with my usual people, waking up the next morning with four more people and then waking up from my nap to discover four more people! I wasn't even happy about seeing My Jessica...that's how mad I was. Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt; said that if she didn't witness my tantrum she never would have believed that I was capable of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after a while I realized that the "more the merrier" is actually a good thing. I had a blast with My Joey! I got to go "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;" and play basketball with him. My Joey is the coolest cousin ever because while no one else would let me play with their phones, he let me use his phone for a long long time. He was trying to teach me how to say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lamborfeeti&lt;/span&gt;" (my current mode of transport--and apparently his too) but it was a little beyond my capability. I got to play with Ryan too. I have not seen Ryan for ages!! She played a whole lot with me. She eventually broke down and let me play with her phone too! Jesse was mean to me. He kept trying to fight with me and he wouldn't let me give him a kiss. He said guys don't kiss guys. Dude--I am not even two yet so I can kiss who ever I want--well unless they are my penitentiary buddies...then wouldn't be cool! Mommy tells me that is why Joey is our favorite because he doesn't try to fight me and let's me kiss him! (Just Kidding Jesse!!) Uncle Fester "loaded" me up with Mountain Dew again! I don't think that Mommy even bothers to get irritated about that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well everyone went home tonight. I sure was nice to see everyone again! Mommy says that none of them will probably ever come back since I had such a fit. I had to remind Mommy that I was on my best behavior when they all left so everyone got to go home on a good note!! Well, I am exhausted it has been a busy busy weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Mommy woke up before me today! I should have known something was up since she was up before me!! When she put me in the car this morning I got really angry because I thought we were going to the Baby Penitentiary. Mommy assured me that it was Sunday and I didn't have to go to the clink today! Instead, we went and got some doughnuts and we went to Wally Mart!! I got to eat my doughnut at Wally Mart. Guess what I got?? I got a brand new basketball set at Wally Mart!!! I can slam dunk now!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, we let Daddy sleep in for a little bit but Mommy finally told me to go get him because we had stuff to do! Guess where we went??? That's right, we went to the ZOO!!! I got to yell at the elephants (they are my favorite), feed the fish, feed the goats, feed the sheep, feed the wanna be horses, laugh at the apes, roar at the Tigers and ride the train! Mommy says we were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shanghaied&lt;/span&gt; on the train because it wasn't worth the money for the ride! I made other people on the train laugh because I clapped and yelled "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;" when Mommy told me we were bamboozled!!! Mommy got us a family pass so we can go to the Zoo every day if we feel like it!! I have a feeling that Mommy isn't going to let me ride the train again. That's just as well because I would rather use my train fare to feed the animals!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to see My Jessica, Uncle Fester and Aunt Patty tonight! Aunt Kay even stopped by to say hi!! Rumor has it that my Uncle F.O., Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lili&lt;/span&gt;, Jesse and My Joey will be here when I wake up! I guess I will have to wait and see!! If they do come to see me, it will be the perfect end to a perfect weekend! Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I had a blast!! I got to vacuum Aunt Kay's house with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shiny&lt;/span&gt; new red vacuum.!!! I also got to look at the fish in the lake. After we left Aunt Kay's house we headed over to Uncle Carl's new house. He has all kinds of steps for me to climb!! We went down to the lake at his house too!! I got to look for more fish!! Mommy, Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl all tried to convince me to jump in the lake and go swimming. Are they nuts??? Don't they realize that I am just getting comfortable with the pool. Like I am going to just go off and jump into the lake!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Daddy bought me my very own rocking chair from the Cracker Barrel!  I loved sitting in the rocking chair so much because it is just my size.  I would not leave the porch of the restaurant or get out of the chair until Daddy returned with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;receipt&lt;/span&gt; in his hand so that the chair could go home with me.  Mommy is just glad that it wasn't a puppy!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I have been sick for the last two days and they are not making my life any easier!  Mommy has decided that if I want something I am going to have to say please.  Can you believe that I am no longer allowed to just grab her by the hand and take her where I want???  She actually refuses to go unless I say please!  She has really lost her mind because she has ordered everyone to make me say please before my demands are met!  Doesn't she know that I am not feeling well and she shouldn't pick this time to demand that I learn to say please!  Then last night I woke up at 1:30 a.m. and wanted to party.  I partied with Daddy until 3 when I grew bored of Daddy and got Mommy.  I kept asking for juice and when she would ask me if I wanted juice I would say "no."   Anyway, she wouldn't get me juice so finally I had to say "Please" and drag her off with me and pointed at my cups and said "juice."  Mommy actually lectured me and told me that I should not have told her "no" when she asked me if I wanted juice because I am perfectly capable of saying "yes."  Well all I can say is that I wouldn't have asked for juice in the first place if I didn't want it.   She also mentioned that I am not allowed to get out of bed in the middle of the night because it is not fun or funny at all.   Will someone PLEASE tell her to give me a break???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Daddy really aren't being nice to me.  I mean really!!  Mommy and Daddy loaded me up this morning giving me the impression that I was going to work.  Can you believe that they took me to get a CAT scan??  That experience was sheer TORTURE!!!  They strapped me down, taped me down, bundled me up, weighted me down and pinned me down!!  I was absolutely furious!!  Once they liberated me, the lady told Mommy that I couldn't leave yet because they have to make sure that the scan was good because I might have to do it over.  Mommy actually gave her a dirty look about that.  I really think that Mommy would have hollered at her if I had to do my test over because they shouldn't have liberated me before knowing whether or not the pictures were good and it would have been too mean to have to pin me up again!  Anyway, the lady gave me a beanie baby and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;weeble&lt;/span&gt; wobble for being such a good boy.  Daddy grabbed the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;weeble&lt;/span&gt; wobble for me because he thought I might throw it at the lady and it could hurt!!  I did get to go to work after that so I could tell Aunt Kay and Uncle Carl about my ordeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon I had to go to my regular doctor for my fever and wheeziness.  We were there forever and a day!!  I flirted with a girl today (sorry Jessica, I can't help myself)!  Guess what, the girl was real nice to me.  Mommy told me I had to work on my techniques because tooting in front of a girl you are flirting with is not too cool.  The girl's Mommy told Daddy that I have a lot of energy.  Daddy told her "yeah, and he is actually not operating at full speed because he's sick."  That lady pitied Daddy and Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the doctor took forever to see me.  The nurse finally brought me a juice that Daddy ended up squirting in my face, on the door and floor because he didn't listen to Mommy when she told him not to touch it.  I wasn't too happy with Daddy and neither was Mommy.  I didn't say anything to Daddy about it because Mommy spoke for the two of us.  Anyway, my cat scan results made it there today.  I got the all clear on my head.  The doctor gave me some medicine for my sinuses.  He said that if I am still having headaches he may send me to a head doctor.  He can't find the source of my headaches but isn't too worried because they are brief and I am otherwise happy and energetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I got to go to Little Rock with Mommy and Daddy this weekend to check out this new "meat store." I had fun trying to pull the apples from the apple pile at the store. Mommy told me that she didn't think management would appreciate me plopping their apple piles onto the floor so she made me stop. The carts were so new and tricky Mommy and Daddy couldn't get me out, so Mommy laughed and told me I might have to stay. When you are good you are good, I got a lady driving a corvette to help me out of my predicament. I didn't even cry!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still love to go swimming! Mommy is trying her best to get me to go swimming wearing clothes. She almost has me broke of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; natural. I got to see MY Jessica, Uncle Fester and Aunt Patty yesterday. I was swimming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;au&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; natural until Jessica laughed at me because I didn't have any clothes on. So what is a self respecting guy to do?? I made Uncle Fester put my diaper on for me!! My Jessica bought me a present--I got a "Future Bryant Hornet In Training" shirt with my name on back! I love my present. I even wore it to Wally Mart (that's what I call it--it's true...I can say it!!) That's where the problem lies. If Mommy and Daddy don't get me a bigger house somewhere (so that all my future toys have plenty of room) I will be going to Benton High--Not Bryant. Bryant is the rival school. My neighbor was at Wally Mart and asked me why on earth I was wearing a hornet shirt because I am going to be a panther!!! Mommy explained that my girlfriend got it for me so I had to wear it and will switch to Panther attire when I ditch Jessica for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Panther&lt;/span&gt; girl. Mommy tells me that she is going to send me to the Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Penitentiary&lt;/span&gt; on Friday wearing my shirt to get a rise out of everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am making great strides in staying at the Baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Penitentiary&lt;/span&gt;. I didn't cry but for a few seconds today with Mommy dropped me off with Warden Kristy. When Mommy came to get me today the head warden rushed up to her and told her I had been crying for the past 15 minutes, not because my head was hurting me, but because Warden Kristy left for the day. Mommy thinks Warden Kristy had some nerve leaving for the day. I AGREE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now to the headaches....Daddy noticed a week ago that I would hold my head sometimes and say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ow&lt;/span&gt;." Mommy, Daddy and the Wardens have been monitoring it. The doctor said last week to bring me back in if I kept acting like I was having headaches. Mommy and Daddy took me back to the doctor last Friday because I kept having them all week...not big ones...just a minute or two and then I was fine again. Anyway, the doctor is sending me to have my head examined by a cat scan to make sure everything is okay. I don't understand why I have to go...I get cat scans everyday from Rufus and Sebastian!! The doctor seems to think I am fine but he just wants to make sure. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that's all for now!! Go Panthers!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Oops&lt;/span&gt;! 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They Are Making Me Vacuum!!! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="381" width="425" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11245"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="10081"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&amp;u=http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/121021/20070819/092408.flv&amp;amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/shyster1997#date/2007-08-19/09:24:08&amp;d=1"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&amp;amp;u=http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/121021/20070819/092408.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/shyster1997#date/2007-08-19/09:24:08&amp;amp;d=1"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&amp;u=http://media2.dropshots.com/photos/121021/20070819/092408.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/shyster1997#date/2007-08-19/09:24:08&amp;d=1" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As If Making Me Vacuum Wasn't Enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="381" width="425" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="11245"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="10081"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&amp;u=http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/121021/20070819/102534.flv&amp;amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/shyster1997#date/2007-08-19/10:25:34&amp;d=1"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&amp;amp;u=http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/121021/20070819/102534.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/shyster1997#date/2007-08-19/10:25:34&amp;amp;d=1"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value="LT"&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="NoScale"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dropshots.com/dropshots.swf?p=1&amp;u=http://media0.dropshots.com/photos/121021/20070819/102534.flv&amp;l=http://www.dropshots.com/shyster1997#date/2007-08-19/10:25:34&amp;d=1" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx0PTExODc1NDc2NDIzNTMmcHQ9MTE4NzU0NzY0NzIwNiZwPTEyNTIxJmQ9Jm49.tif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I need a little help here!!! My parents have gone absolutely nuts. They seem to think that since I feel I am old enough to make a mess then I am old enough to help clean it up!! What do they think I am, a slave??? I need a lawyer NOW!!! This kind of behavior must violate some child labor law somewhere!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well I got to go to dinner last night with Mommy and Daddy. We went to have dinner with Ms. Leigh Ann, Mr. Stacy, Megan, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Abigail&lt;/span&gt; and Grace. I tried to scold Megan for leaving her seat but she didn't seem to care about my input into the matter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Abigail&lt;/span&gt; and Grace are little bitty babies. Mommy says I was almost as small as them once upon a time but I don't believe her. Mommy says I was also sweet like them once upon a time....Well I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; don't believe that! I had a blast being a little tyrant in the restaurant. Mommy finally took me outside and made me stay there. I tried to go back in the restaurant but Mommy told me that NO ONE would be happy to see me return so I had to stay outside and burn off some excess energy. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After dinner Mommy, Daddy and I went to the grocery store. I was such a good boy in there. The lady in front of us at the check out told Mommy that I was a little chatterbox and a very good boy at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Starbuck's&lt;/span&gt; the other morning. Mommy said thank you but I don't think Mommy really believed her. Mommy told me later that I spend too much time at Starbucks if they are able to identify me at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wal&lt;/span&gt;ly World. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am hanging out with Mommy and Daddy today.  Aunt Kay is suppose to come see me today.  I can't wait to tell her that I helped Mommy clean!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well that's all for now!!  Oh yeah, Dude or My Joey---Help!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Mommy and Daddy were still worried about me Wednesday. Daddy took care of me Wednesday morning. I didn't want anything he offered me to eat or drink. I finally asked him for some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheetos&lt;/span&gt;. Guess what??? He actually gave me some. Daddy was worried that Mommy would be mad at him for letting me eat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cheetos&lt;/span&gt; when I haven't had anything else in my tummy. Guess what?? Mommy wasn't mad at all. She told Daddy that when ever I am sick I get to say what I want to eat because all that matters is that I have stuff that makes me happy. Daddy felt better about that. Before I took my nap I asked him for a yogurt. That made him feel even better. Mommy came home at lunch time to take care of me so Daddy could go to work. She got lucky because I was well into my nap when she got home. Mommy says that I must have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sweated&lt;/span&gt; out all the germs in my sleep because I was cured when I woke up. That's right, cured!! I wanted milk and a man's meal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I was feeling better Mommy and Daddy decided to go ahead and let me hang out with Uncle Fester, Aunt Patty and My Jessica that evening while Mommy and Daddy went out to dinner for their anniversary. I had a blast over there! Jessica took me to the playground so I could "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weeeeee&lt;/span&gt;" for a while. I even got to hang out and watch Pablo with Jessica in her room!!! Aunt Patty went and got me a happy meal! I just love chicken nuggets!!! Mommy and Daddy didn't stay gone long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to Grandpa Jim and Grandma Dale's house. Guess who was there?? My Aunt Terri, Uncle Tom and cousins Jake and Brooke were there!!! I even got to see Mr. Larry and Ms. Sandy (I haven't seen them since I was a baby). Mr. Jerry and Ms. Sarah were there too! I wasn't very nice to everyone. Grandma Dale didn't have her Pablo player working so I didn't see the need to be nice to anyone. Grandma Dale says that Daddy and me can't come back until I am 16 years old. FINE!!! She'll be missing me!! She finally changed her mind and said I can come back. I am not going to change my mind until she gets a new Pablo player!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I got to play with my biological siblings. My biological family came over for a visit and I had a blast playing with everyone. I wasn't too sure about everyone playing with my stuff at first. At least no one tried to play with my vacuum. I would have had to show them the door because every boy has to have his limits--my vacuum is mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian, Rufus and I are entering new territory. It is now my job to give them their treats. I just love giving them treats. Rufus seems to be getting more treats that Sebastian because Sebastian doesn't trust me enough to let me get close enough to let me give him his treats. Mommy finally gets tired of me chasing Sebastian down to give him treats so she tells me to give them to Rufus. Mommy is convinced that Sebastian is eventually going to figure out that it is not a trap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was back to business this morning. I was so exhausted from my busy busy weekend that I really didn't want to get out of bed but Mommy made me! Well that is all for now!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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I felt real bad for them because it was really really hot outside. I tried to help them as much as a I could but I am a white collar type of boy and I don't like to get all hot and sweaty so I would ditch them to go back into the nice cool house and relax by watching Pablo. I did manage to break Daddy's level. Daddy wasn't too happy with me. Mommy on the other hand had to smile because she hates Daddy's levels. Anyway, Daddy and Uncle Fester finished my gym up today and I must say it is absolutely perfect in its construction!! I can climb up into and down from y fort all by myself. I even have a curly slide so I can make a quick get away from my fort!!! Uncle Fester says I cheat on the rock wall though. Thanks Daddy and Uncle Fester for putting up my gym!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construction Begins--I am helping Uncle Fester and Daddy build&lt;br /&gt;my play gym!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rq098wH8vMI/AAAAAAAAADw/OOSkcFRoVcc/s1600-h/354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092794867545586882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rq098wH8vMI/AAAAAAAAADw/OOSkcFRoVcc/s320/354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Jessica and me trying out the glider!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rq09OAH8vLI/AAAAAAAAADo/-hBVtUKmLxM/s1600-h/360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092794064386702514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rq09OAH8vLI/AAAAAAAAADo/-hBVtUKmLxM/s320/360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Construction phase complete!! Daddy doesn't understand that I am&lt;br /&gt;a big boy and can get on the swing myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rq080QH8vKI/AAAAAAAAADg/2dHm_-_3Rmw/s1600-h/373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092793622005071010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rq080QH8vKI/AAAAAAAAADg/2dHm_-_3Rmw/s320/373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the swinging begin!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rq08ZQH8vJI/AAAAAAAAADY/EbcJ7jYV9Kg/s1600-h/376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092793158148603026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_QJOPWIUvhdg/Rq08ZQH8vJI/AAAAAAAAADY/EbcJ7jYV9Kg/s320/376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been going on with me lately??? I got bit by some bratty girl at school! She bit me right on the back of my leg...almost as if she were trying to bite out my Achilles tendon. Mommy wonders if I turned around and kicked her right in her bratty mouth. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....nobody knows and I won't tell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Grandpa Jim and Grandma Dale last weekend. I had a blast seeing them. I was practicing my jumping skills with Grandma Dale. Grandpa Jim played with me a lot. I started a new fun game with him. Every time I wanted to do something that Grandpa Jim didn't want me to do I had to look around for him and make sure we made eye contact and smiled before I did it! It was a blast because Grandpa Jim would pretend to be made at me! Mommy kept moving things though because she was afraid that I really would get into trouble! Can you believe that Grandma Dale wasn't at all happy about having to watch Pablo over and over again! You would think that she would have missed watching Pablo. Pablo obviously had an effect on her because she remembered most of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Backyardigans&lt;/span&gt;' names from my previous visit!! Mommy still blames Grandma Dale for my "Pablo Problem" since Grandma Dale was the one who brought Pablo into my life!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As you can tell, My Jessica came to see me this weekend (unlike some people, namely My Joey). I got to follow her all around. Aunt Patty eventually came to take My Jessica away from me. I also got to impress Uncle Fester, Aunt Patty and Jessica with my ability to read. That's right, you read it right. I can read...well sort of. Mommy starts reading the sentence and I finish her sentence with the appropriate word! What can I say, I am a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Fester says that my fort has sissy flags on it. That's okay though because Mommy says when we go to Florida we can get me some pirate flags to hang on my fort. I will have to watch the Pablo the Pirate episodes so I can properly say "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Arrrr&lt;/span&gt;" before we hang my pirate flags! I get to go hang out with Uncle Fester this Wednesday while Daddy and Mommy ditch me to go to dinner. That' s okay though because I am going to have loads of fun destroying everything in Uncle &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Fester's&lt;/span&gt; house!! Well everything but Jessica's stuff...it wouldn't be very nice of me to tinker with her belongings!!! Well that is all for now!! Thanks again Uncle Fester!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Seems Mommy has to work thirty minutes later each day this month so I get stuck in the Baby Penitentiary thirty minutes longer.  Mommy finds me standing at the window looking for her every day!!  I may be little but I know what time Mommy should be coming to collect me.  Mommy assures me though that I will never be forgotten and left at the Baby Penitentiary!!  However, there is a plus to this arrangements. I don't have to spend any time with Warden Creepy!!! I get to jump straight into Warden Kristy's arms each morning. She is the best Warden in the world!!! She always has my toast and juice ready for me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may remember, Aunt Patty, Jessica and Mommy were helping me get ready for "Splash Day" earlier this month.  I had an absolute blast at Splash Day!!!  Warden Kristy ratted me out to Mommy though...I wouldn't go in the pool.  I stayed outside of the pool to splash and ran through the sprinkler.  Apparently the Head Warden decided that Splash Day was too much trouble and banned my class from having any more splash days.  Warden Kristy was mad about the decision.  Apparently all the Mommies and Daddies were too because the Head Warden backed down and we get to do Splash Day again!!  Hooray for Splash Day (it's this coming Thursday)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for the genius episode.  Last night I was playing with Mommy in my tent in the living room when I noticed Sebastian and Rufus sitting in the tent in my room.  I wanted to hold them really really bad but I knew that they would run if I approached them.  So I casually walked into my room and collapsed part of the tunnel so they couldn't leave from there.  Then I casually walked back into the living room to Mommy.  Mommy, Sebastian and Rufus all sat in their respective tents wondering what I was up to.  A few moments later I walked casually back into my room.  My toy basket was sitting right outside the side &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;entrance&lt;/span&gt; to the tent.  So turned my back on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;entrance&lt;/span&gt; and casually acted like I was looking for something to play with.  Once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt; and Rufus had enough time to come to the conclusion that I wasn't going to do anything I turned and gleefully dove right into the tent with them.  They tried to run out of the tunnel but found that I had sealed of their escape route.   They had to let me cuddle!!  Mommy laughed so hard about this.  Mommy told me that my planning and execution were absolutely flawless!  What can I say, I am an absolute genius!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to see Grandpa Jim and Grandma Dale this weekend because it's Grandma Dale's birthday.  Daddy is almost done with the construction of my playground.  Mommy told me today that my gym is suppose to be delivered tomorrow.  Hopefully Daddy and Uncle Fester will get around to assembling it for me while I am still young enough to want to use it.  Also, I am going to bring my playhouse home from the office because Daddy has a spot in the backyard that will be perfect for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that is all for now.  Oh yeah, Aunt Lili and want My Joey and you to come see me!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;a href="http://easyhitcounters.com/stats.php?site=crownprincevance" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="" src="http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/index.php?u=crownprincevance&amp;s=messy" ALIGN="middle" HSPACE="4" VSPACE="2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;script src=http://beta.easyhitcounters.com/counter/script.php?u=crownprincevance&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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