Helping DaDa feel better so he can sleep

We're both pretty sick. So are we co-dependent or symbiotic? I'm really not sure.

In love (lust) with food

These are real tears. Real tears that I shed because for easily a second or two, I was without my favorite food, pears. Pears are truly wonderful, yet they are covered in a skin that Mommy thinks will be a choking hazard, so I get to eat pears in what I call pear-sicle form. I'm not sure how to explain it other than little pieces get cut up and shoved into what appears to be the end of a sock attached to a plastic handle. So away I suck on the sock producing a fountain of delicious pear juice, some of which makes it into my mouth. Just describing it should be enough to explain why I'd be prone to shedding tears over the absence of my pearsicle.

Fishy Lips

I Heart Pear-sicles

Vote with Your Mouth!

I'm not sure I understand why there's such a debate between Macs and PCs. Sure, it's obvious that I'm a Mac, but it's not simply because I'm being raised in a Mac home. To me, the way to end the debate is simple. I just use my taste buds. I spend a little time tasting each computer and like everything at my developmental stage, I trust my mouth (which as you can see in this picture, is the same way I queue my Netflix movies).



So by using your mouth, the argument is pretty easy to settle, because after all, an apple tastes way better than a window.

Old Ironsides

When I have a secret that I need to keep, or a deep inner longing that I must confess, I turn to my favorite bear Mr. Old Ironsides. I can tell him just about anything and he'll protect it just like the crew of his namesake.

My New Favorite Person

So I have discovered this beautiful creature. He hangs around inside of all of these flat shiny surfaces, so I've decided to name him Flat Baby. Whenever I see him, I smile, giggle, and will simply not look away. Mommy and Daddy have caught on, so when I start to cry or get fussy, they let me visit Flat Baby. He is so handsome that I don't imagine I'll ever grow tired of gazing at him.

Snow Day!

When I woke up on Monday, the ground was covered in this strange white substance. Based on the movies that my Daddy watches (at which I like to sneak peeks), it appears that the sky has poured out several million kilos of cocaine. After a long sigh and a brief side conversation with Daddy about his entertainment choices, my Mommy explained that it was snow, a frozen form of precipitation that falls in the winter months.

I like this stuff a lot! It even appears to be more fun than the white stuff in Daddy's movies, because I played in it all morning and no police agents came in to shoot up the front lawn. So far, my favorite thing to do is to pound it down and pack it up nice and tight. Then I like to pull my snow-covered mittens up to my face and react to the cold. It's a lot of fun. You should try it yourself.

The only thing left for me to learn is how to dress properly for playing in the snow. When Mommy asked me to get dressed for the cold, this is what I came up with at first:

Little Elf/Big Elf

This year (which is a funny thing for me to say considering the fact that I have had no other years to compare to this one), I think instead of sitting on Santa's lap (which begs another interesting question: Does this guy still not have email? Why do I have to write a letter or sit on his lap to let him know what I want? Is there some kind of terrible electromagnetic field in the North Pole that blocks the Internet? Is there something preventing the information age from penetrating the Arctic North? Now that I think about it, that would explain some of the things that Sarah Palin said in the election, but I digress...), I'm going to give him a break. Santa can come sit on my lap. As you can see, I've been practicing sitting up nice and straight, and I think I could support the weight of an elf like Santa. ...what do you mean bowl full of jelly?

"We checked every bulb didn't we?"

My Dad has recruited me to help him check all of the Christmas lights. I think I have a pretty good system down to make sure each bulb is twinkling.

First, I select a bulb that appears to be suspect.




Secondly, I put the bulb in my mouth to see if it's really glowing.





Once it's in my mouth, I make sure that the glow is really solid. I can tell if it shines through my cheeks and lights up my face.





It's usually around this time when Mommy interrupts and pulls the lights away from me.






She then reminds Daddy that I'm too young to help, but somehow I end up with the lights again.