Wait. There's a New year?

I woke up this morning and let myself out of my crib, went to Mamma and Dadda's room, grabbed my morning bottle and a book about furry monsters and returned to bed to read. After a quick morning nap, and a poop, I was ready to start the day. Yep, my crib is a cage no more. To paraphrase the great poet Mayo Annaise (sp?) I know why the caged baby sings. He doesn't know how to get out of his crib yet!

There is a lock on the door to my room for when I'm allowed to get out of my crib but I can't leave my room for "safety reasons." That's fine, I can entertain myself, enclosure or not. You see, the greatest of my talents, besides engineering and mischief manufacture, is organization. Although science has debunked the whole left brain right brain myth, I still contend that I left my brain in one of my toy drawers once. That is why it is imperative that one stay organized!

Mamma has made pretty pictures to go on the front of all of the drawers in order to attempt some arbitrary system of organization.

 

Exhibit Eh?

I, however, have a different way of organizing things. I usually empty one entire drawer piece by piece and line up the items in the order that I wish to play with or destroy them. I tried to get Dadda to take a picture of this so you could see it, but he was either snoring on the couch or playing on the computer, so you'll have to settle for this piece of modern art.

Can you find the monkey?

 It is entitled, "The Burden of Ego", which was a much better title than my first choice, "Life: The Unsolvable Puzzle". 


Well routine is once again in place here at home. I am enjoying more freedom, but things are still where and when I expect them. However, I am told this is a new year. That's a bit wasteful, don't you think? What was wrong with the old one? If it was up to me we wouldn't be so wasteful with time. I mean I hear quite often how this and that are a waste of time. Of course when people are just throwing out perfectly good years and bringing in new ones willy-nilly, it's no wonder. So I went to bed as usual and I was forced into this new year against my will. I heard many grumbles the night before saying good riddance to the previous year, but I kind liked it. I did most of my best stuff in 2010.


So I will eat a piece of toast to the new year. Here's to 2011, the year of cinnamon raisin. . .and butter. . .slightly burnt on the edges. Actually I don't even want this, where's the dog?


Today I am nostalgic joyful!