I’d have to say that my favorite is Green.  Notice I didn’t say favorite color. Don’t get me wrong…my favorite color is definitely Green.  People always ask, “What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” I reply.

“What’s your favorite food?”

“Green.”

“What’s your favorite animal?”

“Green.”

“What’s your favorite number?”

“Green.”

There’s one exception…”What’s your favorite song?”

“Viva la Vida!”

I have just crossed the threshold of one of the biggest transitions in life.  I have made the move to a big boy bed!

It’s pretty sweet.  It’s got side rails, room to hide from Daddy underneath, and it’s part of a bunk bed for when Judeman decides to move into my room (cause there’s no way I’m going to move into his).

The change has also provide my new favorite joke to pull on Mommy and Daddy.  They kiss me good night, turn out the lights, shut the door, and head downstairs.  I give them a few minutes to assume all is well.  Then I sneak down the stairs and surprise them!  At first I could tell they thought it was real cute, but now after a couple weeks I can’t tell.  It seems as though Dad’s beginning to get…what’s the word?…”stern” when he tells me to get back in bed and not get up again.  Well, it was fun while it lasted.

A great benefit to my switch to the big boy bed is that Judeman gets my old crib as a hand-me-down, which, sure, gives him a great place to sleep — but it also gives me the chance to get reacquainted with my old bed whenever I want.

My parents often play the music from a popular band named Coldplay.  I’ve heard the songs enough that I even know the names of most of them.  Recently when the song “Lovers in Japan” began playing Daddy asked me, “What is the name of this song?”

I decided to trick them, so I told them the name “Lovers Adjusting Their Pants.”

Mommy asked me again since they knew I was supposed to say “Lovers in Japan.”

“Lovers Just in Pants,” I said, ever so slightly toying with my parents.

Now whenever they ask me, I’ve just shortened the joke to “Lovers in Pants.”  Makes me laugh everytime, and for some reason Mom and Dad laugh pretty hard, too.

Here’s the video for Lovers in Japan in case you want to here the song:

I had two worms sitting in a bucket on the deck.  Being a hospitable host, I asked them, “Would you like a couple scoops of dirt?”

I continue to impress my parents and grandparents with tricks.  For some reason when I do things like pet the cat "gently," they get all excited, as if I cured cancer or something.  Funny how I don’t get the same reaction when I lay my full 26-pound body on the cat.  They always freak out about that one.  But all is well when afterwards they tell me to point at the cats’ belly buttons and I poke them in the tummy, or when they ask me to give the cats "loves" and I carefully press my forehead against theirs.

Recently I’ve been really getting them worked up by counting to three with them.  It’s a good trade off, because they get all emotional, and on the final "three!" I get hoisted into the air…I love that!  It’s a win-win situation.  Now I’m working on getting my parents to be able to count all the way to four.  It’s hard work, but I think they’ll come around.  They’re still young.

My parents are funny.  They ask the most silly questions.  Like the other day, they pointed to the black book sitting on the coffee table and asked me, "What is this?"

"Bibble," I replied.

"And who’s in the ‘Bibble?’" they asked.

Duh…that one’s easy.  "Dejus," I said.

My parents were so happy about that.  Daddy looked like he was going to cry…funny guy.

One of the promises Mom and Dad made was to do their best to grow me into a man of God.  They’ve told me this many times, but they wanted to make a public declaration.

So we gathered all of our family and friends and brought them to church one Sunday morning.  It was fun because several of them hadn’t ever been to our church, so they got to see me and the “baby” church.  All my friends at Church on the Hill were there, too, so the place was jammed — and all for me!  Well, for me and Jesus, I guess.

Daddy began by giving an explanation of what dedicating me meant.  First, it was to promise God they would be good stewards of me.  I know there’s definitely got to be ways to use this promise to my advantage — “I’m so hungry…you better come steward me again” [sad face and a few tears].  Second, Daddy said they would offer me back to God in prayer.

Next Grandpa Jepsen led Mommy and Daddy through the actual vow of stewardship.  Then he had the family and the church take similar vows.  Wow…that’s a lot of people promising to change my pants.  I’m not so sure I want to be exposed to so many people, but I will take the prayers they committed to say for me.

Finally, Grandpa Hudson was given the responsibility to offer me to God in prayer.  He had Grandma Hudson and Grandma Jepsen help him by laying their hands on me.  I liked the feeling of their soft hands and the gentle whispers of prayer.  I felt like a perfectly wrapped package as I was given back to God.  I think I’ll return the favor and give my family and friends to Him, too.

After the service we went back to our house for a big lunch.  I downed a bunch of milk, and then was stewarded to sleep in several people’s arms.  They all had chili, so I guess aromatherapy isn’t part of the stewardship promise.

If you want to download the video of my dedication service, you can get it here at Google Video.

I’d like to say a warm hello to my loyal readers who have continued to check my page for updates even though there hasn’t been any updates for a really long time.  This is due to my Daddy.  He’s just lazy.  He calls it “busy,” but it really must be described as lazy.

The winter months have served me well.  Constant feeding has produced an assortment of rolls in various locations on my once-scrawny body.  Yep, I’m an eating-machine.  I think Daddy’s also been holding me upside-down by my ankles while I sleep, ’cause now I’ve stretched to a full 23″.

I was happy to experience my first Christmas!  Apparently there was another baby just like me who was born a couple thousand years ago, but Mommy says he was born in a barn!  Can you believe that?  She also says he would get tightly wrapped for his naps, too.  I think I’m starting to like this guy.

I’m glad I’m bulking up ’cause the cold weather has me needing lots of insulation.  Mom and Dad take me on walks when it snows, and it is freezing!  (That’s an obvious statement, I know…but I’m just quoting Dad).  Thankfully I have a bear suit and a snowsuit.  I put them on at the same time and then snuggle with Daddy under his big winter jacket.  Before long, the bear suit takes it’s toll, and I hibernate for the duration of the walk.

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Seeing as how I missed Halloween by a couple days, the first holiday of my career was Thanksgiving.  There’s a lot I’m thankful for…snuggly blankies, diaper cream, laps to sleep on, my feline brothers, the Super-duper Sonics, and 12 square meals a day.  I’m also thankful for Mommy and Daddy more than anything.  But sometimes I wonder just where it is they draw their influences.  Don’t get me wrong — they’re super loving and nice.  But I can’t help but fear some of the weird faces and strange sounds they make when looking my way will get passed on to me.  Naturally, I want to find out if this runs in the family.

I finally got my chance to meet the family-at-large.  We gathered at Grandma and Grandpa Hudson’s for the big feast.  (I went back for seconds, thirds, and fourths, by the way.  There’s nothing like a good cream sauce!).  Immediately I was in the arms of Auntie Shawna.  I really like her.  She always snuggles me close, and when she has to give me up she usually sends clothes she bought me.  Then I met Uncle James, my cousins Hannah and Abbie, Auntie Ann, Grandma Cossey, Auntie Eden, and on and on.  By the day’s end there were about thirty members of the family in all, and at times I felt they might all begin a tug-of-war with me in the middle.

All in all I’m pretty excited about the family I have.  Every single person I met that day, and all the one’s I’ve known for most of my life, are such great people.  I guess when it comes down to what I’m thankful for most, I’d have to say I’m thankful God has given my family generations of people who may make funny faces and odd noises when they look me in the eyes, but behind those quirks is a load of love that will be mine the rest of my life.  And I guess the faces Mommy and Daddy make are just their way of saying, "We love you — now suck on your binkie and go to sleep."

Today I woke up to a bunch of excitement.  Dad was wildly running around the house.   He and Mommy kept talking in what seemed like caffine-induced, high-energy tones.  Daddy had talked about how he was getting ready to go to church and and preach on the forebearer of my name…Elijah.  But that wasn’t it.  There was something more.

FInally they let me in on the secret.  My cousin Jonah Christopher Jepsen was born this morning!  That explained their excitement, and I suggested we down some milk as a toast.

We couldn’t go see Jonah right away cause Dad had to go to work.  After he preached we joined the Church at our favorite pizza place for a “Family Meeting.”  This was the first time I had met many from my extended family, and they seemed really nice.  These are the same people that keep dropping off food for Mommy and Daddy.  Mommy says they are a true community of grace, but I’m thinking, “None of them have changed my pants yet?”

After the Family Meeting we were finally able to go see Jonah.  He’s pretty cute.  It’s obvious from our good looks that we’re from the same lineage.  I asked him what it was like to now be out of his mother’s womb.  He said it was much like when he was spit up on the beach by a huge fish, except when the fish pushed him out it didn’t kiss and love and hug all over him.  “That’s a good thing,” he said, “because unlike my Mommy, the fish was enormous.”  I told him that was a good way to end the story considering his mom was in ear-shot of our conversation.  He said it didn’t matter for two reasons:  It was true and we were talking in code.  You can take a look at my new cousin and his cute sister, Eleanor, at their new website, www.jepsenkids.com.
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I’d sing happy birthday to myself, but it’s copywrited music and I don’t want to go to jail so early into my life.  I can’t hardly believe a week has gone by, but so it has.  My Mommy and Daddy kept mentioning a present, and they weren’t lying.  They gave me my one-week present, and the present was….

…a binkie!  My parents seemed really excited (and hopeful).  To me, it’s a toss up.  Sometimes I like to suck away on it.  At other times, though, I just know they’re substituting the binkie for something with substance.  What I’ve found is my favorite thing to do is suck a few times and act interested.  Then take my tongue (which I can already curl) and push the binkie straight out.  It inevitably is pushed back in my mouth, and we repeat the game.  I love these cyclical games of “Fooled Ya!”  This one with the pacifier is…

…wait a second…”pacifier?!”  Oh my goodness!  It just now hit me — they’re trying to get me to be quiet!  Ha!  I’ll show them.  Pacify is not a word in my vocabulary.  I can handle “binkie.”  It makes it sound like candy or a game.  But to try and pacify me, well that’s like, like, like getting my Daddy to not preach on Sunday morning.  Maybe I should give him a binkie and shut him up.  This is unbelievable.

So, to finish up today I’d like to share the results from the poll on who I look like.  The overwhelming majority of voters said they didn’t want to make a decision until there was a picture of me, Daddy AND Mommy…that’s the only way it would be totally fair.  So, once we get a baby picture of Mama from Grandma Jepsen, we’ll post a new poll and see just who I get my irresistible smile from.  (Remember, my money’s on Mom).

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