My birthday girl

I know I’ve missed some other birthdays and events because I haven’t blogged in a while, but I couldn’t miss Feb 2nd because it’s my puppy’s birthday – and there’s a special bond between a boy and his dog, right? GiGi turns 1 today and OMG has she grown the past year. She’s grown into a 58 lb lap dog, but she’s still all puppy – always wanting to play. I think she’s a bit stubborn too, but my parents say she is nothing compared to how stubborn I am – we’ve agreed to disagree on that one. The one thing that is clear – she’s my dog because she is always wanting to be right near me even if it means being a beanbag hog.


This is my Kung Fu and it is strong

So I’ve been taking Taekwondo for the past 6 months and earned my orange belt in July. This means I’m no longer considered a beginner belt, but rather an intermediate belt which means we do more push-ups and sit-ups…oh, and that I got skills. Here’s a video from my belt test.

School’s Out

“School is out and it’s a sort of a buzz
And back then I didn’t really know what it was
But now I see what have of this
The way that people respond to summer madness…..
….Summer, summer, summertime
Time to sit back and unwind”

The Fresh Prince and Jazzy Jeff said it best – school is out and summertime begins! Second grade is a thing of the past (queue Boyz II Men) and now, I’m a 3rd grader, baby!.

We ended the year with bounce houses, free play, technology day, games, etc. I just assume this is how it has always been, but evidently there was a time when the last day of school was spent cleaning out your locker and returning your books, and nothing much more — man, the 80’s don’t sound like much fun.

Over the past year, I continued to grow  and push myself to do new things that were difficult for me to do in the past — I increased the number of friends I speak to, spoke in class, competed in the spelling bee, and was even silly in class from time to time enough to where every kid in my class knows I love pigs. Part of the reason I was able to grow was because of my wonderful teacher. Mrs. Blazek allowed me to explore myself more and made sure I had opportunities to grow in my own way. Oh, and she also helped me with my writing, math, and science, too. I’m going to miss her, but I know she’ll always be looking out for me as long as I’m at school.

Now, I get to wait and see who my teacher is next year and figure out what more I will accomplish. Whatever the goals, I will push to achieve them.

Now this is where I would normally say, “here’s a look back at my first days in school. Stay tuned for my 3rd grade pic.” Unfortunately, my parents say they can’t find my pic from the first day of 2nd grade. I wonder if they even took one. What? Is it a “if you’ve seen one first day, you’ve seen them all” approach??? Come on people, I’m only going to each grade once (hopefully). Show somebody you love me – geez!

And here are some crazy pics of me and some friends I took on my iPad on the last day of school.

Long hair don’t care, but I do

So it’s been a little over 2 months since my last haircut and I had a good shag going so I was due for a trim, but I kept putting it off every time my parents wanted to take me. They were fine with me growing it out if that’s what I wanted, but then one day….much to my grannie’s chagrin….I took a pair of scissors to my own hair. Not the whole “doo”, just an annoying 3 inch section right up front in the middle. Evidently, I did a good job because daddy and mommy spent so much time looking at it and even made a quick appointment for a professional stylist to see it as soon as possible. She asked if she could finish the rest – I let her because even Michelangelo had assistants help with the Sistine Chapel.

And yes, my parents tried to get a pic, but a pic just wouldn’t do my masterpiece justice so I didn’t let them.

Alive at Friday Live

One of the best things about my school is our Friday Lives. If asked, I will totally act as if they’re “okay”, but all you have to do is watch me during the dancing part to see how I really feel. I used to be a bit more reserved, but now I am getting more into the dancing part – as long as it’s not “What Does the Fox Say” or “Gangam Style” or any more annoying ones that make my dad sing and dance like crazy.

Check me out – I’m the one in the green shirt in the middle of the frame.

Never Forget


A nice true story about the Survivor Tree…..“You can see in my trunk where I go light from dark, where my limbs were reborn, where I grew brand-new bark. My blossoms remind us how strong we all are. I’m a living reminder how we rose from the dark. With the power of hope, there’s just one way to sum it: There’s nothing so bad that we can’t overcome it.” ‪#‎SurvivorTree‬


OH!!!! This is my JAM!!!!


…that moment when you think you can do anything the cat can do….seemed like such a good idea…time to get a new role model…#greatparenting #sarcasmImage

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