Showing posts with label Brady P. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brady P. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 2, 2020

So... Need a Job?

Hi!

I want to let you know that Blogger, the platform I write this blog on, has changed its interface for me.  What does that mean for you?  You are experiencing weird fonts, sizing and formatting.

Once I publish lately, some of the things I typed, aligned and formatted change.  Not sure why!

I just wanted to apologize for any goofiness you see as I try to figure out how to compensate for all those changes.  Thanks for your patience.  Now you know I'm not losing my mind, just losing control during the interface from typing to publishing.

Onward!

Brady P. started school!  First day, baby!

In the actual school!

I don't really have a lot of information to relay about it at the time except that it will take some adjusting for him.

AND...

The school is looking to hire an aid for him!  Could that person be YOU???  You already know Brady P.  It's just a matter of getting here and working school hours 5 days a week or so.  If you are interested, call Miss Jill at the school!  Pleeeeease! (906)289-4447.

I am in a rush, so I will leave you with this picture of my wee man before he got on the bus yesterday.  

He is proud!

Have a wonderful day!


My little poser

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

My Days

I'll just let Brady P. Tell you about it...

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Hi.  This is Braeden.

Mommy and me have been hanging out a lot.  We have fun. She is cool.

I get to do fun things every day.  We always have a yummy breakfast with berries and oatmeal.  Oatmeal is so yummy.

Sometimes when we eat, I notice mommy looks sad.  I look at her and say, "Hug."  Then I get to jump in her lap and hold her tight, so she knows I love her and everything is going to be okay.  I want her to be happy.

We have been doing school work, too!  I like to do school work.  Mom takes my little cymbals and dings them three times when it is time for me to take my seat at the table.  Sometimes I get to ding the cymbals.  I do a good job, too.

Mom has cool hats and mittens and boots.  I like to wear things from her basket when we go outside.  She lets me.  Except for her boots.  One day I wore her black puddle boots outside, and she had to carry me down the steps because I couldn't walk down them.  I couldn't walk fast down the road either.  But then the wind got chilly, so we turned around and went home.

I like that we get to throw rocks.  Mom puts me in my chariot, and she rides her bike to the creek.  I always yell for her to go faster, but she says, "I am going up a hill!" and she just keeps going slow until we go down the hill.

Yesterday I tried casting with my red pole.  Mom explained the reel and the button and the throw and switch hands, but I think I just like to whip it back and forth.  Mommy says I have a good fly-fishing cast.  Dad and Gramps both said they will take me fishing this summer.


Sometimes we go for a walk to the turn.  There has not been many cars at all, so she lets me walk in the middle sometimes because I have been a good listener when she tells me a car is coming.  I get all the way to the side of the road to stay safe.  Sometimes I even see the car coming, and I get to the side all on my own.  She is really proud of me!


I try to be good for mom because she really loves me, and I love her.  But sometimes I throw things.  Like her pajamas off her bed.  Or my pencil during school work.  Or the pillow off the couch.  Or my glasses after we read a book.   Or the book.  She always gives me a mad look and reminds me not to throw.  The other day I threw my maraca and it broke and we had to find all the beads that were inside.  She said that's why we can't throw things because they might break.

I have a new favorite song!  "Ants in my Pants!"  I make mommy play it 100 times or so each day.  I always take out my red and blue ant toys and pretend they are in my pants when I dance.  It's a funny song.

We read books, too.  I am getting good at reading, and I love it when Mommy looks at me with a surprise face because I read a page really good.  Sometimes I think she forgets that I can read, but I am a good reader.

At night she snuggles with me in my bed.  She is not there in the morning, though.  And she said that when I wake up in the middle of the night, I have to close my eyes and think about the good things until I fall asleep.  I like it when she tells me about the good things.  It makes me feel good and safe and then I fall asleep and have good dreams.

I hope you have good dreams, too.

Bye!