I was an early riser this morning: 6:15am.  Probably because I was asleep before 9pm.  I asked if I was going to school.  The answer was not today but in the morning when I wake up I will get to go to school.  I ate a big breakfast.  I ate part of Mommy's eggs and wanted more.  After eating more eggs, I wanted some raisin toast, and soon after that I wanted pizza.  I was told no pizza this morning.

Today I pretended to be Santa Claus most of the morning.  I was agreeable to wearing a long sleeved shirt instead of a hot jacket with a hood.  I would find one of my toys and give it to one of my friends, (Stuffed animals, baby doll, or Barbara).  I like being nice and giving gifts to people. 

 I took a long bath and again I washed my own body.

I am growing up fast.  I am 38 inches tall and weigh 34 pounds.  We weighed today just in case we forget to on my birthday on Friday.

At HEB we picked up a cookie cake Mommy ordered for me to take to school tomorrow so I can share my birthday with my friends at school.

Besides being Santa Claus today, I was ProLawn doing yard work and also a cowboy riding horses and using a rope. I played by myself for over an hour while Barbara sat on the sofa reading. She enjoys watching me talk and play by myself.

 Me with a dump truck full of logs....

...into the lake they go to float down the river to the mill.

I took a three hour nap and just like yesterday I was dry when I woke up. 

We met Mimz at the school so I could be with Daddy tonight.

It is not just Mommy and Barbara that are victim of my tantrums.  I was outside playing with Mimz and I wanted the big real blower to play with and I wanted Mimz to take me to the airport.  When I did not get my way, I would not listen to reason and I would not do anything Mimz suggested.  When Mimz got tired of my behavior, she carried me inside and let me continue my little fit.  I cried so hard it wore me out.  Finally I let Mimz hold me and I settled down.  I was a good boy the rest of the evening.  Everyone hopes I learn that that kind of behavior will not help me get what I think I want.  It appears that I am starting the Terrible Twos at age three.