Evil Finleivel

Okay, so as my gymnastics are improving I've decided to take it to another level. It's time to go straight for some hardcore stunt action, and I needed some help from a friend.

I started with some of my warm-up routine which included some splits stretching...

And some handstands.

Then it was time for the show. I called up Mom's friend Jill to see if she would participate. A hard negotiator, Jill cost me three green grapes, a bag of my favorite pretzels and two stickers. Her agent takes quite a stand. But it was worth it, I needed something to jump over, after all.

Pre-jump you can see the scene. Jill is in position, thousands of fans attending the event (you can't see them here, they are behind the cameraman) and I'm down the hall getting myself psyched.

And then it began... a swift sprint down the hallway... and... TAKEOFF!

The crowd went wild, the sponsors went berzerk and NBC said ratings were through the roof.

I, after such a taxing evening, had a small bowl of ice cream with some strawberries and went to bed.

Naughty or Nice

So every Friday at school if you've been good for five days in a row you get to pick something out of the prize box. Nothing big, it's usually a sheet of stickers or a special pen or something.

Well, there is a group of us that gets to pick out of the prize box every week, without fail, and then there's this crew...

I got home last Friday and decided to write the names down of the kids in my class that continuously do NOT get to pick out of the prize box.

I don't know how many times to tell them that Santa is watching...

Mae's Potty Adventure

Well, I'll tell you - the little gal in the house is turning out to be quite the big girl. A mere six months after I, the intelligently unchallenged and extremely talented Finley Skertich, mastered the art of the big girl potty, Mae is like, "Um, Fin, what the heck took you so long?"

This morning we were doing our regular routine. Dad was just about to leave, we were eating breakfast with Mom and waiting for Miss Stace and all of a sudden Mae is like, "Momma, potty." We get her out of her chair, she takes off her diaper, sits down and I read her a book. One book, that's all it took.

It continued throughout the day. With no prompting, no reinforcement stickers, no rewards, no book reading, no nothing - the wee wittle kid just took her own diaper off and walked over and went potty - FOUR FREAKING TIMES!

Don't mean to get graphic but I can hear all the doubters saying, "Yeah, right, Fin, like she really went in there." Well, what's up now, haters?!