Simple Things

I have recently discovered the simple delights of shaking my head back and forth quickly. It makes everybody laugh when I do this. I've also heard people warning my parents that 'soon I'll know what it means.' Are there more conspiracies than I had originally thought? Recent events tell me that, yes, yes there are.

First, my mother has started what she calls 'Operation Pull the Plug.' At first, I was confused but then she put me down for a nap and I knew exactly what it meant. It's a means of torturing me! She took my binkies! My pretty pink one and my gnarly green one! I've had two naps and a whole night without my binkies. It's le awful! I think my mom is a nazi (memo to self: look up what a nazi is).

I'm learning to deal with the pain, though. I've found a way around the binky. I've been sucking on Patrick's tail. Luckily, he doesn't mind. He's a soldier after all. I really shouldn't say that, I have no idea if this location is secure.

You never know who might be reading...

Le Update!

I can crawl up the stairs by myself. Yep, that's right. By myself.

Mom has some videos of how much I'm progressing. Watch and marvel.




I can stand up by myself. Yep, that's right. By myself... with a book.




So, instead of taking a nap, I decided to jump and make my bed hit against the wall. Yay!

Happy Easter!

Alright, I don't know if you guys have heard of this so called "Easter Bunny" but apparently he breaks into peoples houses and gives them gifts. Why? That is what I want to know. I believe it may be a secret government or alien conspiracy.

Here's how it is.

The alien/government or possibly both, who knows, they may be working together, gives you these gifts but you can't get carried away with them. If you display selfish behavior the aliens can get to you and give everyone in your house bad feelings. But if you let in the super hero cop, stopper of all evil named J.C. from the planet Nevaeh you can keep your gifts but always have good feelings.

I think that's how it goes, Mom kinda explained but honestly I was playing with my new toys and wasn't paying much attention.

We had a lovely Easter. I was told I was cute I don't know how many times and I was like, "I totally know." Only without that much attitude.

I'm pooped though. I'm gunna sleep until ten tomorrow morning.

OH! Mom and I are going to the park tomorrow. Le fun! We're going to meet Mom's old boss, who might possibly be an alien also. Hmmm... I will investigate further.

So... Many... Pictures!

Today I had to spend hours and hours and hours and hours getting my pictures taken. People clicked and made funny noises at me and I pretty much just stared at them like they were insane. Mom says they got some cute pictures but that's the last thing on my mind. I'm upset about today because I totally didn't get my beauty rest this afternoon. It was nice when they took the dress off of me, though. Dresses are for girly girls.

Not I.

Do you know how hard it is to crawl in one of those things?

Okay, I admit... I'm adorable. Mom said she got bagillions of pictures so everyone should be getting a copy, plus she has the CD so she can make more. But I say whatever. I am le Diva and pictures mean nothing to me...

Oh who am I kidding? I love them.

An Army!

My mom says she's going to buy another Patrick. I'm thinkin'... There's more than one?! Then I had this great idea... An ARMY of Patricks! Little Private Patrick Puppys lining the bars of my crib, surrounding my laundry basket, CD player and dresser. Overflowing out of my stroller! I'd be next to warm fluffy softness no matter where I turned!

But why stop there?!

Stick them to the walls, spread them out over the floors, use them as tires on cars, lamp posts, asphalt, sidewalks, couches, chairs... Everything would be made of Patricks!!!

Gosig Spaniel WORLD DOMINATION!!!

Muwahaha, muwaahhahahaaaaa, blah ha ha ha ha haaaaaa!

I'm going to take a nap now and Patrick and I will make our mischevious plan.

ABC!

Mom and I have been learning a new ABC song. It starts like this... "A you're adorable, B you're so beautiful, C you're a cutie full of chaaarms!" I like it because it's about me. :)

Yesterday I didn't take a nap. I mean, really, can you blame me? Mom took Patrick and washed him. What. The. Heck. Is. That? She gave me a monkey, a duck, a lamb and like every other stuffed animal in her arsenal but not Patrick. I need my Patrick. Last night when I finally got him he smelled... clean. -glower in Mom's direction- But I was really tired and so happy to see him again that I didn't put up a fuss.

I got to go on some swings at the park yesterday. I admit, I was pretty tired so I didn't really have much energy to enjoy it, but Mommy made me giggle. We went on such a long walk and I was so wrapped up in clothes, jackets and blankets that I felt like a stuffed animal. -sigh- Patrick.

Anyway, my mom says that it's snowing and raining today so we can't go for another walk. She says we're doing something called C-L-E-A-N-I-N-G. I can't spell so I have no idea what that means. It's almost the weekend and I'm so happy. Mom says we have to go shopping for an Easter dress and a dress for Matt's wedding. She'll probably be cheap though and get one dress for both occasions. Oh Mother, can't you just buy me whatever I want?

I think I might be grounded for saying that...

Don't tell my mom.