Naps are for babies

I've decided that naps are wasted play time. Of course, I am tricked into at least a short nap in the morning still, but by the afternoon I've learned my lesson for the day. Mom and Dad try, but I make SURE they know how angry it makes me. They give in every time, of course, and come pick me up.

I was glad to spend time with the Coopers this week, and Grandma and Grandpa Peterson watched me on Friday (THANKS!) For those of you who don't realize what running around after me is like now, here's a video of me playing on the porch. I prefer the rest of the house where I can run from room to room looking for trouble.

I'm not sure I like Halloween anymore. Mom and Dad played a mean trick on me.

Holy I'm still getting presents Batman!

Someone SAVE me.

Why does Mom keep trying to teach me to sweep?

This is my Pitiful face.

That's gonna leave a mark.