Uh... dude, what do you mean, "oops"?

Anyway, another brief family meeting and car-ride later we ended up here.

So... the start of my first haircut has made me a little scissor-shy. Do you mind if I ask you a few questions? Do you have any credentials and/or references I can check?

Ah yes. I look good. You have proven yourself worthy. I shall be back (if not for the haircut then for the room full of balls in the back)

Progress Report

Hi, it's me - Julian's mom. I'm posting on Julian's blog today not so much for his fans but for myself. I'm not so good and writing down milestones and I already find myself thinking, "when did Julian start..." or "when he was xx months old, could he...?" so a few nights ago as I was putting him to bed he said to me "Mommy, help! I have milk in my nose. It's not supposed to be in my nose, it's supposed to be in my mouth." And I thought, "Huh, that's a pretty complex sentence - not a single word was missed or mispronounced. I should write that one down somewhere for posterity." and thus, here I am. He can also recognize almost all the letters of the alphabet and say their sounds (he's actually better at the sounds than the names) and he does this really cute thing where he tries to fake me out and if I show him a letter he says, "Hmm... I don't think I know that one..." and puts a finger to his lips and does some more "Hmm"ing and sometimes throws in a "let me think about it" and then pulls it out with gusto: "IT'S AN 'R'! The R says rrrrrrrrr!!"



Anyway, it's too cute and I want to remember it!

CHECK ME OUT

So you wanna know HOW I know that I got it aaaalll figured out in just two measly years here on earth?
- I got hot ladies in pink all over me
- I got friends in high places who can get me out of speeding tickets
- I'm rockin these mad shades, yo

uh, dude, would you mind crouching down again? It's a lot better for my image.

Pssshhht - these adults need to GROW UP

So this is what I can only assume is the toddler equivalent to a frat party where the first person to pass out gets tormented and has pictures taken of them wearing lipstick graffiti and a beer cup as a hat. It's no secret that I absolutely must sleep with my blue hippo (pictured here wedged behind my neck) what you may not know is that my mother still sleeps with a stuffed rabbit and my father sleeps with a green string that used to be a pillow or something? (ya, I totally didn't stand a chance). So I guess they thought it would be funny to decorate me with their own sleeping paraphernalia and take pictures of me while I slept. Weirdos. I sooo don't "get" adults.

Like, come on. You think this is funny? Let a kid sleep in peace.

On another note, can you see where I get my eyebrows?

Hey, it's me - Mom

Hi y'all. Its Julian's mom here. He's gonna have a new post for you soon as we have some uber-cute pics of him with his girlfriend, Allie, but in the meantime I'm going to sell him out while he's napping by telling a little story to embarass him. So, this morning we were sitting on the couch and watching Dora while I had my morning coffee and, naturally, Jules had no pants on (we're trying to potty train when we're at home so we generally hang out pant-less or the laundry becomes uncontrollable) I was concentrating on consuming my coffee as quickly as possible so we could get ourselves to playgroup on time and I guess Jules started playing around "down there" and suddenly proclaimed "Mummy! Mummy yook! [he struggles with the 'L' sound so everything's 'yook! yook at dis!'] Mummy yook! My peepee's big big big!" What does one say? I think I replied with, "Yes, it is! Peepees do that sometimes." He doesn't yet know the word for "testicles" but he then pointed to them and said, "Mummy yook! Dees are bumpy!" I guess maybe we need to turn up the thermostat? Oy. I suddenly flashed forward in time to "sex talks" and playground-inspired questions and I think I actually felt a grey hair sprout.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY GOMO!

Hey everyone!

This post is dedicated to my Gomo ("Gomo" is Korean for "aunt") (...although, I have another Korean aunt who isn't a Gomo, she's a Kunuma... it's all very confusing and once I figure it out myself I'll hold a blog tutorial). Anyway, it's Gomo's birthday tomorrow but we went for dinner on Saturday night. Here's a pictures of Gomo and Sammy. It looks like Sammy's holding up a carrot but that's actually a crayon. She's all, "ya, that's my orange crayon, yo."

We went to this really fancy restaurant and my food came with this green stuff on top of it so I tried it. Please, I beg you all, do NOT eat the green stuff that comes on top of your food. It does NOT taste good. (On another note, I clean up nice, ya?)

I know you're probably wondering how old my Gomo is but grown-ups are all weird about that stuff so I promised her I wouldn't tell and my lips are sealed.

(oh, ya, and mommy's friend Adrienne, if you're reading this, I heard about the kids on your skiing vacation and I just wanted to say that my mom brings quiet games and toys to restaurants and makes me sit in my chair and keep my voice low so that we don't disturb the other patrons. I hope this helps to restore your faith in us crib-midgets. Some of us reserve our annoying behaviour for our parents exclusively.)

Old McDonalds

Hey y'all.

My mom's been really bad about taking the camera with us when we go out. Oh yeah, she's also been... I don't know, like, working and looking for a job and a bunch of other *yawn* stuff but I wasn't really listening.

In any case, here's an update for you: mommy, daddy and I went and met my auntie Sandra, my cousin Samantha and Harmuny (that's Korean for "grandma", ya that's right - I'm all bilingual and stuff) for breakfast at McDonalds. We lived it up in the playground but there were some pretty intimidating big kids playing in there so we convinced mom to come with us for our first few trips through the climber (pictured above). She was kind of a downer, though, and kept complaining about the heat and the pee-stink inside the plastic tubes, plus she slowed us down, so we ditched her pretty quickly.

Oh, ya, and I know what you're thinking: who the hell's that kid on the left? Ya, we're not sure. I'm kind of getting used to the fans hanging around. I try to sign some autographs and let them inch their way into a few pictures - ya know, keep my public happy.

Anyway, I'll update again soon! I'm going to school tomorrow morning with Mommy so maybe we'll take some pictures there.

bye!

jules

Why Do I Take This Abuse?

Did you know that mommy, daddy and I just moved? Ya, and look what they do to me - just pack me up like some kind of knick-knack.

At least they packed me a little reading material. Hey, is this The Secret? Cuz I was hoping to "secret" myself a flat screen for my new bedroom.

Wow.... I mean, wow

It's been a loooooong time since I last blogged. To my fans, I can't express how sorry I am but I promise that I'm going to start posting again. I just have to download some pictures and then I'm aaaaaallllll yours.

Hi everyone!

Mommy took me to the park by nana's house the other day. It was fun. Here I am missing my race car and pretending to drive using this big, green steering wheel. Uh... what the heck is that? Just when I think my hair is finally filling in, the wind blows the wrong way and reveals some notable gaps. *sigh*

Without Allie around the corner these days I have to rely on mom to play with me so when I'm on the see-saw she gets on the other side but, let's face it, she's too heavy and instead of enjoying the fun she's all lame and tries to take pictures of me. That's why when she told me to smile I made this face instead.

Eventually I moved on to the sandbox and tried to play with a few diggers, but, to be honest, my heart wasn't in it. I was kinda... distracted.

soooooo, does anyone know a good palm reader? I wonder if there's anything about hair growth written on there...?