Gardening

Hey!

So remember those tomato plants I told you about that I got for Easter? Well I planted them at Papa's house a while back. Here's a compilation of the fun we had. Blahahahahahahahaaaa!

Chase Torture!

Yes, the title is correct as you will soon see. You'll have to excuse my mom on the video, she was talking to my Grandma Twede on the phone while filming. Hello! One or the other!

This long line of posts should more than make up for my absence of the past few months... and no, I was not in rehab as the tabloids keep insinuating... I'm sorry, I was just informed by my mother that I am not actually Lindsey Lohan... huh.

Anyway, I forgot to tell you guys. I'm now two! Yeah, I know. Awesome doesn't cover it. I've decided since I'm now two, my posts will become as mature as I am... If that was you I heard snickering, I'mma tell my mom.

Hmmph.

Anyway, we had a fun party at our new apartment with Papa and Abu, Nana and Grandpa KEN. Not Kenny... MOM. Mitchell, Chase, Kerstin, Matt and Kenzie were there, too. So fun.

Then the next day we had a party at my Grandma Twede's house. Grandma and Grandpa were there, and Great Grandma and Grandpa Green were there, aaand Great Grandpa Twede. There were a lot of great people... get it? Get it?!

I had so much fun, even though I wouldn't sit down for two seconds. I got lots of tissue paper for my birthday, which is priceless.

Until next time!

Danciiiing!

I lurve to dance. Mom and Dad got a video of me dancing to my favorite song.




Here's another dance number to Lady Gaga, and you know I just adore her and her... ways... Chase and I really like listening to her together. We bust moves to her songs... because he's the only one that can get me to dance like that...

Bendy Much?

I truly, honestly, willfully, sillillillilly love being upside down... and I'll get it anyway I can.

Talky, talky

You all know there's nothing more that I love than talking... and singing... and Patrick... and drawing on walls... and dancing... Anyway! I really love talking, so here.

Silly Man

Now we all know my Daddy is a silly man. Calling me Chumpy, making me lick Mommy with food in my mouth, lifting heavy weights and enjoying the pain... Honestly, maybe he should be hospitalized. Who does that?!

Anyway, here's more evidence of his Silliness. With a capital S... because I diagnosed him with it.

Tea for Everyone!

Since it's been a long, long, looooong time since I blogged, you guys don't know some stuff. Mom got a job, we moved to Orem, and I go to daycare now.

This is video footage of a tea party I had with Patrick, oh-em-goodness he's so funny, and Kenzie, oh-em-goodness, she's almost as funny.