Being Mickey

I first heard about him at a birthday party a few weeks ago. This kid with the party had all this stuff -- plates and cups and napkins and balloons and a cake -- and they all had to do with the most amazing mouse -- Mickey Mouse. I didn't know anything about him, but something struck me about this charming fellow -- some common purpose, some shared destiny. So the next day, when my Dadda was picking out a show for me to watch on Netflix and I saw him in a picture about a show and I just HAD to watch it. And it was the most AMAZING show I had EVER seen. All about Mickey and his friends Minnie and Donald and Daisy and Goofy and their clubhouse and all the cool things they do together. I was just transfixed by the CGI splendor of it all. It changed my life.

You see, after beholding the magnificence of the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, I realized something. I could be that cool. I could be that wonderful. I could be MICKEY!!! So I told my Mama and my Dadda and my Aunt K, well, they could just call me Mickey from now on. Mickey played with toys and ate food and went to the potty and got dressed. Mickey knew how to do all sorts of amazing things like climb on pillows and hang from the banister and sing and dance. Mickey was me. And when they got me a Mickey doll to play with, well then there were TWO Mickeys doing things. And that Mickey doll has of course become my very newest bestest friend. He eats with me and helps me go to sleep and kisses my booboos and does all sorts of things. We are two of a kind after all.

And of course, Mama is Minnie, and Dadda is Donald, and Aunt K is Daisy, and my Aunt Juju, well she is their electronic pal Toodles, and I don't know who Goofy or Pluto or Pete are yet, but I'll figure it out. But I am most definitely Mickey, and I will be Mickey, and me and my Mickey doll are all set for all sorts of fine adventuring. I heard Mama/Minnie say it was a phase and I'd grow out of it, but why would I ever want to grow out of being such a wonderful, amazing, mousetastic thing as Mickey Mouse??? I just don't understand how that could ever happen. I am Mickey. Hear me squeak.

Closets are Awesome

So, I know it's been a while since I posted. My Mama and Dadda decided to change houses, and now it's great because we live in MY house instead of that old place that was someone else's I guess. They told me it was mine before we got here and I wasn't quite sure at first but it is totally MY house. So cool! And it's great because now I live so close to my Grandpa and Grandma and cousin My-my and my Aunt Juju and Aunt Mimi and my Aunt K, well, she still lives with us and watches me and I really like it.

But the coolest thing about this new house is that there are so many new places to explore. And you know what one of my most favorite places of all to explore is? Closets. See, Mama and Dadda seem to think that closets are for putting stuff inside or something. But I know their real purpose is to give me stuff to empty out and then for me to climb inside and hide. I LOVE hiding in closets, especially when they had lots of stuff in them in the first place. I like cabinets too, but those are also better when there has been stuff inside. And they are even better than that when they are just the right size for me like the one in my new dining room.

But the bestest closets of all are the ones that are just FULL of stuff like the big closet in the hallway near the bathroom. That one's usually hard for me to open because the handles are way up high, but yesterday, my Mama left it open just a crack and while Mama and Dadda and Aunt K were eating dinner, I got inside and it had so much awesome stuff in there! Towels and sheets and diapers and tissue boxes and toilet paper -- all just ready to be emptied all over the place. And then I found the most perfectest space down at the bottom of it for me to sit and it was SO much FUN!!!

Oh, and as a totally awesome side note, when you line up a bunch of toilet paper packs all in a row, they make an awesome track to walk on, just like a train track except made of toilet paper. I got to be a super awesome train after I emptied out the super awesome closet. And my Mama only sighed a little.