Tough Day

I have a black eye. It seems like every time Mom and I play on her bed I get bruised up. It wasn't the window sill this time, though. It was the night stand. I have quite a shiner. Mom tried to put ice on my face but I gave her a scrunched glaring kind of look and she stopped trying.

We learned a new song today, well, I did. Mom finally got Grandma Twede to tell her the words she forgot. Here we go, oh and please realize that hand motions go with this and since you can't see them the song is much less cool.

There once was a house in the middle of the woods,
A little old man by the window stood.
Along came a rabbit hopping by
Knocking at the door.
"Help me, help me!" The rabbit said,
"Or the hunter will shoot me dead."
"Come little rabbit, come with me.
Oh how happy we will be."

Sounds morbid, but totally isn't. I am really tired and ya know, I don't really miss my binky much anymore. Huh.

I can't wait to go down to St. George. We're gunna go swimmin' and all that fun stuff! I'm excited. Anyway, good night, peepz!

Addyson Hansen Concert Series!

First to warm you all up, I have a great duet with Papa Hansen. This is an ode to hair bands, oh yeah. Bon Jovi.





This is from my newest album, it's an original composition. Dr. Dre was a large part of the creative process, along with Boy George and Celine Dion.





For my encore, I decided to get into something classical with a hip edge.





Thank you, thank you, thank you to my loyal fans. We'll get that Grammy soon!

Poe-tay-toe!

Great Grandma and Grandpa Hansen's place is... a magical wonderland of delicious mud and other dirty things. They have potatoes to dig out of the ground, they have rotten tomatoes to throw at each other (which Dad, Uncle Matt and Papa did) and they have corn! Sweeeetness!

Oooh Boy!

Today we're going over to GG-ma and GG-pa Hansen's to dig up potatoes. I can't wait to get in the mud! I'm gunna wear my cowboy boots and it's gunna be awesome!

Lately I've learned to not only sign please but say please. I can also kind of say thank you but I'm excellent at signing it now.

So, Mom is trying to get me off the binky. I'm a little upset about it. Obviously. Sometimes I sleep great and other times I wake up a million times a night. Dad has had to sleep on the couch because he has to work and they have to let me cry it out.

I'd also like to tell everyone that I love wearing hats. It's quite fun.

I'll do another post after the Poe-tah-toe and mud party. :)

Wish me luck!

Uh Oh!

I am kind of in a rut with my vocabulary. Here is what a conversation with me sounds like, "Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! Woof, woof! Uh oh! Uh oh! Meeeeooooow! Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! Mommmmmm. Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! Dada duh da duh duh? Uh oh! Uh oh!"

Yeah.

That's it.

Oh, I forgot, the concert series will be posted, my mom just needs to get batteries for her camera so she can put them on the 'puter. I've reminded her like forty hundred times.

So, Mom, Dad and I are a wee bit sick with colds. Dad is over his already. Whatever. But Mom and I are still under the weather (I guess that phrase is right, cause when you're under clouds it rains on you? Is the runny nose a metaphor for rain?). I haven't been sleeping and so neither has Mom. She's gotten an average of three hours a night this week. Tonight they tried saline drops in my nose. I did not like that.

I'm stoked for Halloween. I'm going to be a pirate. Mom tried the costume on me when I was over at Grammit and Grammpits house and as soon as I had it on, I said, "Arrrr!" without anyone telling me that I should. Am I an awesome pirate or what?

Yep.

What are you going to be for Halloween?

Corn, Whitney Houston and Nazis

Can I just tell you... Corn on the cob is the best invention ever. I lurve it. The sweet little kernels bursting in my mouth, and when I'm halfway done with it... I can feed it to a dog! Okay, so my mom doesn't like that part because she says I should eat it all but the dog should be able to taste the corny deliciousness.

I think corn has helped my singing voice too because I've been doing it a lot lately. My next post will be The Addyson Hansen Concert Series. I have a solo and a duet with Pops Hansen that I'll put on there. I sound like Whitney Houston... when she was good.

Guitar Hero is... almost as good as corn. I can play the guitar, well, alright, I just sling it around my body and try to walk with it without tripping. I'm also supa dupa at the drums. I sit on Dad's lap and help him when it's his turn. He won't let me put the sticks in my mouth though so I've started throwing temper tantrums.

And that segues nicely into my next topic, why won't my mom and dad give me whatever I want, when I want it?! What is this with saying please and thank you. I've got please down, it's fine. But thank you?! My mom's decided to not give me what I want until I say it. Now I have to say please and thank you before I get anything. What is this?! Is my mom the Hitler reincarnate? I've discussed it before but I'm really thinking it's true. Not only that, but she says next week she's taking me off the binky FOR GOOD. Next thing you know, she'll take Patrick away!!!

Sorry, I had to take a couple of deep, calming breaths.

If anyone has any ideas on how to get my parents to bend to my will, I'd much appreciate any guidance you have. I'd prefer something that won't get me nose in the corner, so please keep that in mind.

Until next time... doo da doo doo, doo da doo doo, doo da doo doo (how many of those are there until the end of that song?!) doo da doo doo, doo da doo doo, etc, etc, etc.

Addyson Film Festival

It's like Sundance only more adorable.


Gladiator
PG-13; Graphic Violence.




Pirates of the Caribbean; Curse of the Talkative Skull
PG-13; Crude Language.




Pirates of the Caribbean; Snapping Rubberband's Chest
PG-13; Crude Language and Graphic Violence.




300; Pirates vs Spartans
R; Gore.