’twas the days after Christmas

I haven’t had time to write because I’ve been so busy with seeing family, enjoying the season, and PLAYING WITH ALL MY PRESENTS! Santa is either a forgiving soul or he doesn’t do a lot of research when determining who has been naughty or nice. I mean I was like 90% nice and all, but I did have my moments of shall we say less than nice. But Santa sure did treat me good. Bicycles, dinosaurs, super heroes, AND a pretty little kitty. I was totally hoping I would get a kitty and Santa came through for me. I know what you’re probably thinking – I should have asked for a pony. If I had known it was going to be that easy, I probably would have. There are still more Christmases in my future so I need to practice saying giddy-up!

On a somewhat sad note, I had to say goodbye to Buddy – my elf on the shelf. Santa said that he would check in on me from time to time to say hi and see how I’m doing. I sure was hoping he could stick around forever because I really liked trying to find him every morning.


On a serious note, I do know that there is a bigger meaning to Christmas and in that I believe and am grateful.

Happy Holidays to all and stay tuned for my annual Christmas video coming soon.



Patches, mommy, and me

All aboard!

I got to ride on my first real train the other night on the North Pole Express. Mommy, daddy, and I went to the North Pole on the train. It was kind of strange that we had to go to Grapevine first, but I guess every train has to start somewhere. Anyway, Grapevine fancies itself as the Christmas Capital of Texas. And their claim is pretty legit – the whole downtown strip is decorated nicely and they have a place by the train that you can “ice” skate, get hot chocolate, and ornaments. The funny thing is that I wore my pajamas when I went there because the kids were suppose to wear them. That sounded cool to start, but it sure was cold – still a silly good time.

On the train we had someone singing Christmas songs the whole time – she was kind of silly. When we finally got to the North Pole, Santa came on board. The whole train went wild when they saw him – I mean Justin Bieber doesn’t have anything on this old classic. So Santa came on the train and wished everyone a Merry Christmas and then he went from kid to kid giving them a very special gift. I wasn’t quite sure what the gift was, but I know I wasn’t about to pass it up even though I don’t like getting my picture taken with Santa. This time I had to give a little on that one. So when he came to me, he extended his hand with a very special bell and I reached out and grabbed it from him (nicely, of course) – that was such magical moment. I mean last time I was that close to Santa was when I was 2 and I was screaming to get out of his death grip.

The bell is a special bell because whenever I ring it and angel gets its wings. I’ve been ringing it a lot so you’re welcome angels – just remember that and make sure you look after me a just a little more than usual…..Parker’s Angels has a ring to it, don’t you think?

Big ornaments - that's how we do in Texas y'all!



It started snowing on the way to the train



I think I saw him


There he is!!


Santa...Mr. Claus if you're Naughty


How sweet do I look???



This day in history….

1783 – George Washington returned home to Mount Vernon, after the disbanding of his army following the Revolutionary War.

1788 – Maryland voted to cede a 100-square-mile area for the seat of the national government. About two-thirds of the area became the District of Columbia.

1823 – The poem “A Visit from St. Nicholas” (“‘Twas the night before Christmas”), written by either Clement C. Moore or Maj. Henry Livingston, Jr., was published in the Troy Sentinel of New York.

1888 – Van Gogh chopped his ear off

1972 – The Pittsburgh Steelers beat the Oakland Raiders 13-7 in an NFL playoff game on a last-second play that was dubbed the “Immaculate Reception.” Pittsburgh’s Franco Harris caught a deflected pass and ran it in for the winning touchdown.

And sometime “long” after any of these events (let’s just say gas was $0.36/gal and bread was $0.25/loaf), my mommy was born. I love her soooo much. Thank you for all you do. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!



Open up and say Ahh!

Nope – I’m not talking about Poison’s second album, although that album did have Every Rose Has Its Thorn. I’m talking about my first visit to the dentist. I know I’m 5 years old and all and this is my first time to the dentist, but I can’t make appointments so blame my parents for this one. Oh well, it’s all good. All 20 of my teeth are still there and looking good – no cavities, plenty of space for my adult teeth to grow in, and pearly white. The dentist was pretty cool. He just poked around a little bit and showed me how the tools worked and then put some polish on my teeth to make them stronger. He said I couldn’t eat or drink for 30 minutes afterward and that was like putting me in the middle of the desert. I was soooo thirsty and then my tummy started growling. I thought that 30 minutes would never end. Anyway, it was a good day.

I'm not so sure about this

Ok, I have a bib to play with

"Why are you asking me questions Doc???"

Have I been Nice or Nice?

When people ask me if I’ve been Naughty or Nice what do they think I’ll say? I mean they’re asking me to rat myself out. And my parents will say I’m always a good boy. Like they’re going to admit to raising a kid that has been naughty all the time. This is actually a win/win situation for me. Anyway, the truth of the matter is that I’ve been great. Sure I’ve had my moments, but who hasn’t – stone…..glass houses….anyone?

Believe but you will, but I’m still getting PAID! I’ve been able to open gifts from Santa for my advent calendar every day! That has to say something about me, right? Although the question was asked by Grannie as to what I would have to do to be considered naughty enough to not get my daily gift. I’ve gotten pretty close to not getting my gift, but haven’t quite gotten there just yet. The trick is to always throw in the ‘ol “I love you so much (insert name).” And for those particularly hard-to-melt hearts I throw in the biggest hug ever. I’ve never had to go any further than that because they are always putty in my hands by then.

I’ll get back to you later to tell you whether I’ve been “naughty” or nice 😉

Here’s a buddy update.


Santa has trust issues

What happened to the good ol’ days when a boy could tell Santa he had been nice and Santa bought it trusted him? All I know is one day my home was a place where I could be my “angelic” self in private, the next day I have an elf standing guard. Elf on the Shelf just showed up one day and my life hasn’t been the same since. I mean, I’m excited to meet a real elf, but a little creeped out by the fact he is always smiling and doesn’t seem to blink.

He said his name was Buddy and his job was to report back to Santa on how naught or nice I’ve been. Every night after we all go to bed, he sneaks out of the house and up to the North Pole and gives his report. Then, he races back to my house and hides in a new place for me to find him. The rules are that I can do or say whatever I want to Buddy, but he can’t talk back to me. So I can tell him what I want for Christmas or tell him stories, but he can’t respond in any way to me. I think he’s silly because he just sits there with a smile on his face. Mommy, daddy, and I try to make him laugh by dancing and shaking our booties at him, but so far he’s been a rock – no laughing or anything. Another rule is that no one can touch him because his magic will wear off and we don’t want his magic to wear off because then he couldn’t get back to the North Pole to tell Santa how good I’ve been. Hmmm, now if I decide to go to the dark side I’m going to have to get my hands on that little sucker. Oops, I shouldn’t have documented my evil plan….back to my inner angel.

Mommy and daddy think I am being super sweet because Buddy is around – always kissing them and telling them how much I love them and asking “please” – but I would say I’m like this all the time and they just don’t fully appreciate my efforts year-round. It doesn’t hurt that I also received an advent calendar from Santa one night. Every day up until Christmas, I get a little note from Santa on the calendar and if I was sweet to my parents, brushed my teeth, said my prayers, and all that other crap good little boys are suppose to do, then I can open a small gift under the tree. So far they have been great gifts – little activity books, craft-type things, stickers, etc.

Some might say this is a bribe to make me be a good little boy for one month of the year. I would argue that I’m just getting my due for the other 11 months of pure joy I bring to everyone else. I guess it’s all perspective. C’est la vie.

Here are some pics of Buddy and where he’s hidden so far or you can click on the link below to see his scrapbook. I’ll keep you posted on how the elf thing is working out in a few days.



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