Happy St. Patrick's Day!

I couldn't believe it when Mom told me... there's a holiday called St. Patrick's day! Oh my goodness. I knew Patrick was awesomely important and all, but I had no idea he was a saint!!!... Mom just said he's not a saint, it's somebody else.

She's lied before... telling me there were no more cookies when there's a full box right behind her...

I wonder what Patrick did to become a saint. Maybe it has to do with his work with MBS... Hm.

Oh so, I guess my mom's trying to potty train me a little bit. I get funny diapers that just go up my legs... No velcro. But the best part... oh man, the BEST part! is that if I try to go potty, I get one M&M, if I go I get THREE! Mom sings to me when I'm sitting on my little pink potty. My favorite is Little Bunny Fufu because the Good Fairy turns him into a GOON! I like when my mom says that part. I've started singing it a little bit and I'll use my hands to do the goon part and to bonk the field mice on the head.

I'm starting to feel a little better. Mom's still under the weather and Dad's just getting it. Le sad.

Anyway, lemme know if you guys find anything out about Patrick becoming a saint. I'm sure there's a good story behind it.

Screeeeech!

I got to go to lunch today at Daltons. It was so yummy. I saw GGma Green there and her new friend Sister Nelson... Nielson... Nilson... N something! I had a corn dog that was amaaazing! Half way through lunch, I reached over to Mom's plate... slowly, slowly... slooowly... and I stole her tomato! Then I slowly, slowly, sloooowly... reached over and dunked my corn dog into Grandma's ranch dressing... then I tried to draw on the table with it.

Looooove it!

I am hilarious. Also, you may want to turn your volume down... (British accent) I'm raaather screechy in this video.



Muppets. That is all.

Mischievousness

A couple of videos of me doing what I do best... pestering, mischieving, and deceiving...

Enjoy!

Aquarium!

Wow, the aquarium was so cool... but it was crowded! Some of the big kids wouldn't move so I could see. It made me sad. Daddy said he'd teach me how to punch though so I can move the rude kids away next time we go. Mom disapproves but I saw the look in her eyes...

The giant octopus and sea horses were my favorite parts. There was a big pool of water too! There were these things called Sting Rays and they swim and you can touch them... Dad tried making me touch them and I did not want to. I just wanted to play in the water. Here's a little video showing some of my reactions. Most of the stuff my mom got on the camera wasn't great. There were lots of people and it was really loud. I can't wait to go to the zoo next!




Update on my stuffed animal militia... I do not trust the Webkins.

Run Annay!

The other day I watched Chicken Little at Abu and Papa's house. It was very intense... Mom got some of my reactions on video. If you can't understand what I'm saying because you don't speak fluent ancient mandarin greek penguinich, I'll tell you that I mostly say, "Run away!" "No, no, no!" and "Don't know!"





So, guess what? Mom and Dad are taking me to the Aquarium tomorrow! I'm so exciiited! Mom told me what sharks say and Dad's been trying to get me to put my hand on my head like a fin and say, "Dun dun... dun dun... dun dun dun dun dun dun dunasdfh;alsdf!" Apparently, that's the theme music from Jaws, a movie about sharks. Or one shark. A big one. I wonder if that movie is as intense as Chicken Little... Doubt it!

Mom is sad to say that Ikea no longer carries Patrick. Le sigh. Scratch the army of Patrick's idea. I think I have enough stuffed animals to create a small militia. Patrick is in charge, of course. Monkey is second in command, Spiderman is head of the spies, Whispers the lamb is in charge of gadgets (like cell phones that toast marshmallows), and Elmo... well, he's not very quiet so we can't really have him do undercover stuff or even guard the fortress so right now, he's just a janitor. We're watching him very carefully, though. Lion, that G-G-ma and pa Green gave me, told me he thinks Elmo is defecting and giving information to my parents. Yeah, we'll see. I'm afraid if it's true... the batteries will have to come out.