Well Peeps, I'm eleven now. That's practically all grown up. Mom says I'm not a baby anymore. Obvious. To celebrate, I did a bunch of my favorite things today.
I played under the kitchen table. It's just the right size for me.
I took my dino for a leisurely stroll.
I practiced being the cutest almost-toddler in the whole world. Do you think I'm cute? Cuter than a chicken? Me too. Chickens are lame. Thank goodness you can join Team Giraffe here. (Voting ends tomorrow, Peeps!)
I walked around the room looking for cool things to touch like air vents or diapers that needed shaking.
I sorted laundry, one of my very favorite activities.
And I showed off my "talking" skills.
It was an excellent eleven birthday, but I am mega excited for next month when I get cake instead of veggie burger to celebrate!!