I also got into a fight with a table and ended up with a nice cut on my head and a bruised nose. If you think I look bad you should see what I did to the table ... it won't mess with me again.
By Thursday I was feeling a lot better and it was nice to get some mail. Grandma and Grandpa Houston sent me an ornament for the tree that matched the phone I got for my birthday!
Friday I finally went back to school and that night Mom and Dad drug me all over Des Moines running errands. Ugh.
I like to help Mom write out cards. She seems to enjoy my help and I'm sure things go a lot faster with an extra set of hands. We did several Saturday. 
After that we ran more errands and made a special stop. One year after my stay we went back to the Mercy NICU and looked up our favorite person, Nurse Bette. It was great to catch up and she was happy to see us. Time sure flies ...
It is hard to believe this photo was taken a year ago!
Andrea came over last night so Mom and Dad could go out for dinner. She and I had a lot of fun and, as always, I was on my best behavior until she left. The past few nights I've tried really hard to keep Mom and Dad awake and have actually broken them to the point where they just grab me and take me into bed with them. Grandma Maggy had a great phrase for it ... when the three of us sleep we look like a the capital letter "H". Mom and Dad on the sides and me perpendicular in the middle!This morning, after making sure that I was the only one in the house to get any sleep I was treated to my new favorite things ... french toast sticks! They are much better than my old favorite toast.
After breakfast I made sure all of the presents were still under the tree.
It had been forever since I had seen my friend Maguire and his folks Mike and Kendall. We stopped by this afternoon after church and a nap to exchange gifts and catch up a bit. 
After visiting the Dillons Mom, Dad and I took the Flynn Wright tickets and went to an Iowa Energy game. We sat back away from the floor so we had plenty of room to spread out.
Dad and I tried to be cool and act like we knew a lot about basketball. I got a shirt and a big foam hand and had a lot of fun. 
Mom and Dad had the idea to let me feed myself with my spoon. I had a lot of fun. (Dad stopped filming right before my plate ended up on the floor.) The take away from this experiment is that even hardwood floors are hard to clean sometimes. You know, sometimes a song helps you remember important things. This past week, being sick and all, I didn't drink as much as I probably should have and was a little, you know ... "bound up". Mom made up a song to encourage me to drink more.
Merry Christmas to my loyal readers. May the Blessings of the Season be with you all.
(Just so everyone speak intelligently on the topic, here is some basic information on fruit cake.)
Pierce
