Wednesday, November 30, 2011
What's that you say?
You didn't know they existed? How do you think all the laundry gets done? As if Mom did it... She's got a half-marathon to train for. And me. Plus, all those bon bons to work on.
Here's the proof.
Monday, November 28, 2011
Story time with Nana. Pre-wiggly worm.
With Pops -- during a wiggly worm state.
Jooon was here for a whole week, which was a lot of fun for me (and presumably for her, too). We kicked things off with a zoo trip with a bunch of my friends and she and I got to know each other much better over the course of the week. We played a lot of kitchen -- she even taught me how to make cake!
Nana et al went to the Northshore to celebrate Turkey Day with a lot of my cousins and Aunt Donna, but we had a really good time here after naptime: Sullivan and Sam brought their parents and Dad's friend from work came over. Mom cooked too much food, as per usual, and much silliness ensued.
oh, keep away paparazzi
Emma June showing me how to use her xmas present.
Uncle JP going for my brains. For dessert.
Evil plan thwarted again...
Story time with Mom and Jooon
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Oh, Emeril. We all know that you're a has been. And now, NOW, I have the kitchen to prove it.
Gramma and Grampa got me the coolest kitchen for my bday. And Dad spent like 3 days putting it together -- under my careful supervision. And occasional intervention. It's a good thing he had off Last-Day-of-the-Fiscal-Year.
Gramma and Grampa and Aunt Em also helped stock my fridge with a wonderful assortment food. I really love cooking and wielding my butcher's knife. Mom keeps telling me not to beat the food with the knife. Meh. What does she know?
It's very important to clean up when you're done...
I make some pretty kicking chopped salads. And it's really awesome to make cake, too. My cousin taught me how. I kept waiting for the cake to show up. [Cake is good. Have I mentioned that?] For some reason, I never did get any of that cake she was making in my kitchen. Hmm. Tricky girl.
I also really like to do dishes.
- Step 1. put all dishes in the sink.
- Step 2. use hands to gently (or maybe not so gently) toss dishes in the sink
- Step 3. pick up the cups and plates that were thrown the the floor
- Step 4. Repeat (Or ask to read. Maybe have a tantrum, just for kicks.)
Sunday, November 13, 2011
Birthdays. Really, they are a lot of fun. Mom and Dad helped me celebrate Marcus Day (November 5th, if my adoring fans don't know) by opening presents, reading, and generally doing everything I wanted them to do. Every day should be Marcus Day. Mom also made delicious red velvet cake, one of her specialties. Mmm. Cake is good. Though it took some cajoling before I was willing to try it. With considerable gusto...
Woman, what are trying to feed me? Why are you poisoning me again?
I even got to blow out a candle*. I've been working on it...
Cake is good
So much to say. While eating cake.
My favorite present is definitely this one from Aunt Em:
Yes, there was a lovely gift inside the box, but the box is pretty fancy. And Tenzing and I both fit inside (no small thing, given the disc you might herniate picking up Tenzing).
Then the next day I had a little un-birthday playdate with some friends. We ate cake. (More cake!) And played on the jungle gym. It was a pretty good day.
Let's push over the tree...
Mason, you stud, you.
OMG, goldfish for lunch? It is my bday!!!
I have to wait? Life is so tragic. Such hardship at such a young age.
Fantastic Froggy Face
And then the next weekend I went to 1 birthday party. Two weeks later, I went to 2 birthday parties. On the same day. Maybe too much cake. And Mom and Dad were really tired after all my partying. It's bday season! With no end in sight! Hooray for cake!
Here's all the photos from Marcus Day weekend:
* Yes, that's a tea light that you see me blowing out.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Why fly when you can drive? Thanks for the keys, Dad.
Halloween was pretty awesome. We got home from Fo-Fo the night before. Dad stayed home to help celebrate. I am pretty sure he was actually celebrating something called Last-Day-of-the-Fiscal-Year. We're not sure, but it was really nice having Dad around on a Monday. Besides, I'm stoked for him that his holiday also involved candy... And costumes.
Costumes were fun. Well maybe not the first time Mom had me try it on, but on Halloween it rocked my socks off. I was Peter Pan, Mom was Tinkerbell, and Dad was casual Monday Captain Hook.
Peter Pan, Tink, and Casual Monday Captain Hook
We went to my READ class in the morning, trick-or-treating with my crew in the early evening, and then I tried to break my face to join the trick-or-treaters in our neighborhood past my bedtime. I was unsuccessful. Both in joining the older kids trick-or-treating in our neighborhood and in breaking my face. I did get a totally rad bruise on my forehead. You should see the door, though...
Herding cats: Princess, Dinosaur, Peter Pan, Tin Man
Peter Pan and his crush, Abby Fairy, Big Bird, Tin Man
This whole trick-or-treating thing is a little confusing. I knock on people's doors, say some magic words, and they give me candy? Seriously, why doesn't this concept work at home? Mostly, I just kept trying to give people my candy, which Mom found very funny. Apparently I was over-sharing. Since I'm not really into candy, I didn't care too much about what I got. Until this one lady said, "Do you want fruity? Or chocolate?" What what?!?! Chocolate. I know that one. Suddenly trick or treating gained a new luster. Unfortunately, I pretty much forgot all about those tiny little bags. Mom and Dad did not...
It was a fun day.
Tuesday just couldn't compare. And it doesn't get a slideshow either...
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
You know, one of the things I like most about shopping with Mom is how fun it is. She always finds cool things for me to do.
And I always make friends. Seriously. Everywhere I go.
I really like this horse Mom pulled out for me to ride. Yee Haw is just my way of sharing the love. And it's fun to say. After I got done, we said bye bye and put him back with his herd.
And then we bought toilet paper.
Ride 'em, Cowboy!