Big news! We're buying a house in a little town outside Philadelphia called Jenkintown. Someone lives in the house, but I've been told that there will still be space for all of us. Dad, Grandma and I drove up there through the sleet and ice last week to look at it. This is what it looks like from the front:

I realize it's not too impressive, but wait until you see what's inside:

That's right. This house COMES WITH TOYS. I was sold. Dad seemed more interested in the schools, but whatever. Who cares about THAT? Toys!!!! Maybe the people who live in the house can play with me.
(Sadly, I did not see the Philadelphia Chickens during my trip up there. Dad told me they only come out at night, and that they were even less likely to make an appearance in bad weather. If you do not know what the Philadelphia Chickens are, you seriously need to be listening to the music I'm listening to. I'm sure it's on iTunes if you're really curious.)

Our departure from Charlottesville may be imminent, but that hasn't stopped us from trying to beautify the place before we leave. Yesterday, dad and I planted two trees in our back yard. Dad said this was part of our effort to be carbon-neutral, whatever that means:

In any event, we didn't wind up dirt-neutral.

I'll admit, I"ve been suffering a bit in the attention department. But I have my own ways of getting people to notice. Check out my stunning new pedicure:

Here's a close up just in case you couldn't see:


And I've discovered a new talent:

Dad couldn't do this... he said something about his nose being too jewy.

If there is one thing I have learned in my brief experience as a big brother, it's that babies are fun to poke:

Nyent nyent nyent.

Life's good so far. Grandma Lisa has been around to make me feel special for a few more days. By the time she leaves, I'm confident that everyone will have gotten over Evelyn and I'll go back to being top dog around here.

So I finally got to meet my baby sister, and man am I stoked! She's not much of a conversationalist, but she makes up for it in sheer adorableness:

Awww....

Woodja-woodja-woodja...

Oh, and she gave me a present too. Since she doesn't get an allowance yet, I'm not sure how she afforded it:

Don't worry, they aren't real bees in the hive. I suppose they're also not susceptible to the real bee disease that's been going around...

I'm not sure what THIS is all about:

She's WHAT? Eating??? I thought you had to be four years old before you start EATING!!!!!!

I've heard the rumors-- I'm a big brother now. Apparently Evelyn nabbed an exclusive on all of the birth pictures, so I'll have to get her back on that one. I'm meeting her this afternoon, so stay posted!

Exciting things are happening. I just got dumped off on the neighbors for the foreseeable future, so I'm sort of in the dark. I recommend you check my sister's blog for up-to-the-minute reports.

I wrote my first ever book this week, and I'd like to share it with you before all of the attention shifts away from me. It's a real thriller. A real page turner. I real... well, here it is in eBook format:

Page 1: The title. (It's the scribbles above the byline)



Page 2: This is Abby and Ceci, from preschool.


Page 3: Abby and Ceci start eating people. (If you don't understand this, just follow along with the text on the right side of the page)


Page 4: Abby and Ceci eat MORE people. (You can see them inside their bellies)


Page 5: Ceci poops!


Page 6: Abby and Ceci then eat MORE and MORE people.


Page 7: Abby and Ceci then eat even MORE people. The end.

If I don't get a Caldecott Award for this, I'm filing a lawsuit.