I feel so broken.

Christmas was only a few days ago and Master W. already pried my lid off.

What good is a lunch box without a lid?

*Sigh*

Happy birthday to me.

Happy birthday to me.

Happy biiiiirthdaaaaay Daaaaaarth Maaaaaauuuuullllll...

Happy birthday to me!

Don't mess with me.

I've got Miss C.'s lightsaber. And I'm not afraid to use it.

Does the 10 second rule apply...

... to felt cookies?

I sure hope so. I can't tell you how many times I've been dropped on the floor.

Check out my hair!

Do you think Miss C. has a future as a stylist?

I'm a lion, not a fashion plate.

And I most definitely do not do cowls.

Today in the town of David a Savior has been born.

He is Christ the Lord... You will find a baby wrapped in swaddling cloths and lying in a manger.

Silent night. Holy night.

All is calm.

All is bright.

Life is short.

It's winter, so my life is at an end. All summer, I watched Miss C. play under the shade I made just for her. Fall came, and I could feel the changes in the air, and see my coloring change from green to red. The end was near.

I dropped off my tree yesterday, and sadly lay on the sidewalk thinking that this was it. But then Miss C. came bursting out of the house today and I knew I had one more chance. She raked me and all the other leaves from my tree into a tiny pile, got a running start and took a 3-year-old sized leap onto the pile.

I'm off to the green waste bin, but I don't mind so much. Miss C. made it all worthwhile.

Look what Miss C.'s mama made for me!

A bear-sized hooded towel to match the robe she made for Miss C. It's so soft and fluffy... bath time will never be the same.

This isn't going to end well.

Small animals + airtight lunch box = disaster.

C'mon everybody. Let's get out of here before she finds the lid to this thing.

Urban legend, schmurban legend.

You thought the rumors about guys like me lurking in the sewers were the stuff of urban legend...

Well, I'm here to tell you it's all true. Better watch out!

And now Miss C....

... we will discuss the location of your hidden rebel base.

One... two... three...

Four...

Five...

Six...

Seven...

Eight...

Nine...

Ten!

Ready or not, here I come!

I wonder what would happen...

... if I pulled this lever...

Should we find out?

No! Noooooo!

Please don't push me over the edge! I'm just a lowly domino. I've done nothing to you!

I saw that!

Don't think you can hide from me, Miss C.!

I saw what you were up to and I'm going to have to put it in my report for Santa.

Don't worry, though, I've also got some notes about you helping your mama with the laundry today. When all is said and done, you'll still be on the "Nice" list.

Hey, back up!

No cutting!

She told me I could be first in line for story time. You're just going to have to wait your turn, Red Ranger.

She dropped me like a hot potato...

... when she spotted all those fancy books and new toys on the shelves. Good thing her mama spotted me, otherwise I could have ended up in the lost and found bin.

*Shudder*

It was a dark and stormy night.

The fog was beginning to roll in, cloaking Castle MegaBlok in its gloomy atmosphere...

Not bad, for a first attempt.

All she had to work with was a box of baby toys. I look pretty festive, if I do say so myself.

Who knows, maybe Miss C. has a future as a professional Christmas tree decorator.