Wednesday, September 29, 2010

What's keeping me busy this week

Bring on the finger foods:

Not just the puffs. I have decided that it is ok to eat food that I feed myself. In fact, over the course of less than a week, I graduated from only puffs and my dirty sock to a whole repertoire of foods. It's very exciting. Both for me and mom.
There are of course bound to be some pitfalls along the way -- like the day she dared to put preserves on my bread. Fool woman. Trying to poison me. Again.
(It was delicious the next day, though. Presumably sans poison.)

Here I am loving on some pear (previously consumed: apple, bread, grape pieces, and my usual assortment of puffs). Hardly a new food, but the fact that I'm feeding myself and NOT squishing the pear: big.

In fact, I even like the food in my bowl to have some texture: alphabet pastas, anyone? beans?

Not eggs, though, those are still REVOLTING. Though major kudos to Mom for coming up with some interesting dishes in her attempts to get me to eat them.

Mom was beginning to think she'd be going to college with me to puree my food and feed me. Guess she can put that idea on the backburner.

Bring on the Swiffer:
And cleaning. I tell you, those kitties really do a number on the house. I'm just doing my part to help. (Because I surely don't contribute to the mess. At all.)

But then mom told me she wanted me to do baseboards. I don't do baseboards.

Woman, puh-lease. Baseboards?

Seriously, it is a daily affair...

But maybe I should reconsider that baseboard idea... Zsa Zsa is apparently getting shipped off to Cleveland...

Where is that darn package tape?

Busy bee

You know, it's really very time consuming being alive. And being cute. It just sucks up all my time...

There's all this eating

and reading
and playing.
By the time I throw in chasing the cats around and an undocumented tantrum, phew, the day is done.

Sunday, September 26, 2010


Ah, here it is, Mom thought she lost this picture...

We tried cauliflower. Truffled cauliflower puree. Mom raves about it. Dad loves it. I caved to peer pressure.

Day 1: This stuff is pretty good


Crazy people. I will not open my mouth for that foulness. The plane can crash. So can the car and the motorcycle and the boat. Not even if you do your little dance, Mom.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010


I did some visiting and had some visiting.

Mom and Dad took me up to Syracuse to visit with the fam and meet my new cousin, Rylan. She rocks. I had a lot of fun trying to eat her swing. And face.

What is this, "Gentle" word that everyone keeps saying to me? I thought maybe Mom was changing Tenzing's name to Gentle, but then she kept saying it around Rylan. Weird.

I got to spend lots of time with Mimi, Pop Pop, Aunt Em, Aunt Jenna, and Uncle Tito (and Mom and Dad). And I got to take a bath with my big cousin Sophia, that was pretty fun. Mom, Dad, and Pop Pop took me running along the Erie Canal. And we went to Mircea and Barbel's for a yummy barbecue for Labor Day, where I got meet lots more people AND hang out with Oma and Uncle Ovid.

I tried to teach Tito how to blow spit bubbles, but he wasn't fully getting it. He may be at a serious disadvantage at those college parties.

At least if I'm there.

And then after we came home, Aunt Chavie came to visit! She's the best. I had so much fun playing with her -- though Mom failed to document it. We have an understanding of each other that is hair deep. Here's Aunt Chavie shielding herself from the paparazzi.

Aunt Chavie is moving to Florida and we're really excited for her. We're a little concerned that she might not be able to get a direct flight here, but hopefully that isn't too great a deterrent. I miss her already.