Flashlights, car wash, and tea

How on Earth do those things go together? Well, they don't unless you happen to be Mom and Dad's memory card.

Many of my devoted fans know that I get the cabinet under the sink. Rather than have to worry about me killing myself with cleaning products (as opposed to throwing myself off the sofa), Mom long ago removed them and put things that are fun for me. Like extra paper towels and sponges. And flashlights. Really, what's not to love?
On:

Off:

So elegant in its simplicity...

Last weekend, in between trying to kill myself and playing with the flashlights, I helped Dad wash his car. Good times. That hose thing just keeps getting more fun.

Just 2 cool dudes scrubbing the tires...

We are a little matchy-matchy -- that's because Dad is truly a fashion icon.

Yesterday, I had tea* with some of my teddies and Dragon. I walked into the kitchen, opened the fridge (yes, one of my AMAZING new talents about which Mom and Dad are THRILLED), and told Mom that we needed grapes. For whatever reason, this time she gave me what I wanted! Why doesn't this approach work with cookies? And then she took out my new tea set that looks just like the one in Bella and Stella Come Home, one of my favorite books. The teddies and Dragon all really liked the grapes, I thought they were tasty, and it was a lot of fun putting them in the tea cups, pot and sugar bowl. It was a win-win situation.






* Our tea was actually grapes. To-may-to, to-mah-to, whatever.

Fuzzy slippers

Sometimes I like to play dress up. Mostly in women's clothes, but Dad's t-shirts will do. In particular, I love me some fresh laundry -- especially when undies are available. Mom's make good necklaces and Dad's make good hats.

But once we move this party to the closet (no pun intended), there's a whole new universe. So many shoes... The fuzzy slippers are my favorite pair:
What's that you say? I have on no clothes?
First of all, who needs clothes when you have on a great pair of shoes? And, second, yuppers, that's me. Nekked*.
Streaking into the closet after a shower, grabbing the shoes, and then running around with the fuzzy slippers on is good fun.

Yeah, like you don't do it, too.


* naked for all you Northerners.


ps. No eyes burning from this post. Mom did some blurring in the first picture to protect my innocence. Or your innocence. Or maybe herself.

One Man Band

I totally dig instruments. And for months, Mom has been trying to show me how to play the harmonica. I finally got it! It clicked yesterday: The whole harmonica thing is totally different than the kazoo.

Of course, Mom was a little slow with the camera, as per usual... I gave her a whole blues concert before she went and got it.