Where's my Mommy??

This is Brooklyn. I LOVE the computer. In fact, this is a picture of me typing this blog posting.


My mom is gone on a trip to see her friends from college, so we are left having to fend for ourselves for the most part. I know what you are saying to yourself: “Isn’t Scott there to take care of the kids?” The answer is a resounding…uh, that depends on your definition of what it means to take care of us. See, my dad is a good guy. I would describe him as “bold, but with a hint of whimsy”. [[Name that movie...]]. He definitely loves us 3 kids. But let’s be serious…he married so far above his head that he can’t even see straight. My mommy is the greatest and comparing the two is like comparing a Ferrari to a Ford Pinto station wagon. Sure, each has its pros and cons and they will both get you where you want to go, but one is much more effective, sweeter, and gets the job done while turning heads at the same time. Yea, I’m talking about the Pinto Wagon…those are awesome, but I digress.

Last night we had Mac ‘n Cheese for dinner. It was SpongeBob shaped, so that was nice. But, come on…Mac ‘n Cheese?? Now, I am not a picky eater. But would it kill a guy to cook up something that required a little more effort than boiling water and tearing open a box? I’m not asking for miracles, but a little BBQ chicken or a burger or some hot-wings would be nice. Especially with some cut up fruit or a veggie on the side. That would be nice.

Grandma and Grandpa came over earlier today. I thought they were like the Cavalry from those old western TV shows, except they left when my dad came back home after a few hours. That never happened in Gunsmoke or Annie Get Your Gun or any other movie with “gun” in the title. I was on my best behavior too…I didn’t cry at all and I had a lot of fun playing games with Grandma and Grandpa. Also, Grandma was holding me when they left and I didn’t want to leave her arms. I cried when I had to go back to my dad. Okay, so I cried a little while she was here, but it was at the end and it was because they were leaving, which really doesn’t count.

I’m not really sure where my mom is, except that she flew on a plane and I can’t go there. Dad says that she is close to Disneyland but she is not going there, which makes absolutely no sense to me. How could you be near the Happiest Place on Earth and not go there? She left a note for me in my crib and my dad read it to me. It was nice. I think she is coming back, but I’m worried it might not be soon enough! A girl might not be able to survive too long under these conditions.

So if you see her, please tell her that I miss her and want her to come home. It is urgent! I am starving and I’m afraid that we are going to have waffles for dinner…WAFFLES…Isn’t that a breakfast food? Heaven help us!