What? We're not doing anything....

Ferb and I like to play tricks on mommy.  Sometimes we pretend that we're getting in to trouble when we're really not doing anything.  This afternoon, we were making a lot of noise in mommy and daddy's bedroom and mommy came to check on us.  This is what she found:

That's right.  Nothing.  We were just hanging out.  It's so much fun to make mommy nervous!

Ferb

I've realized that I've been writing about Ferb an awful lot lately.  But he's been doing some weird things.  Like recently he's taken to "hiding" behind the curtain that covers the washer and dryer in the kitchen.  I don't get it.  It's not like anyone thinks he's really gone.  I know he's still there, mommy and daddy know he's still there.  And he doesn't even hide himself appropriately.  Little brothers are so weird.

Happy Super Bowl!

So today's the big day. 

Today will also mark the end of the on-going debate at my house between my mommy and daddy.  You see, my mommy is from Wisconsin and my daddy is from Pittsburgh.  That means they have been arguing about which team's colors I will wear for the game tonight.  I voted for none of the above, but they didn't seem to care.  Eventually they reached a compromise.

The worst, though, is that at halftime, we have to trade teams.

The Treat Bench

Mommy and daddy got a new bench for our entryway.  If I want a treat, I'm supposed to go sit on it and wait (sometimes impatiently) for mommy or daddy (but usually mommy) to get a treat for me.  I've also taught Ferb how the treat bench works.

We spend pretty much most of our day now hanging out on the treat bench, waiting for mommy or daddy to give us a treat.