Monday, March 31, 2014

Turkeys

I can't say that Lu and I are particularly helpful when it comes to pictures these days.


I mean, it's not that we aren't capable. We are. We totally know how to be photogenically adorable if we want.


We even know how to smile at the camera.


Just the same, we prefer to make things as ridiculous as possible for mom. For Lu that means tongue shenanigans. For me that means a beautiful combination of awkward forced smiles and an inability to look anywhere near where the camera is. We are awesome.

Sunday, March 23, 2014

Fairy Princess Superhero


I answer to "Elsa" these days. Most of the time I'm off saving the world. And dancing.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Play-Doh

You know what I love even more than accessories?


(And I LOVE accessories!)


Play-Doh!


I pretty much spend all day asking mom if we can play Play-Doh. Sometimes it seems like she's not getting the urgency in my need to play and then I just take out the Play-Doh and seat myself at the table. And grunt. Loudly.


Thankfully she has trouble telling me no.


And if I'm extra lucky, she'll let me play without my bink in. Tasting the Play-Doh is half the fun!

Monday, March 17, 2014

Clover

 Mom is pretty big into being festive for holidays. 


Even if she doesn't know the actual meaning of the holiday, she won't miss the chance to dress me and Juj like monkeys and take a thousand pictures.


Unfortunately for her, Juj opted out of cooperation this year. No green. No smiles. If I didn't love accessories, I totally would have joined her boycott.

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Upgrade

I've been upgraded, Peeps!


And it happened almost a month sooner than Juj got upgraded when she was my age. I rule. No more baby seat for me. I'm a big kid now.


I mean, I'm still rear facing and all. And I'm told I will be for years. Medium lame.


For now I'm not too worried about which way I face. I'm just excited that people will stop thinking I'm a bitty baby in a bitty carseat. It was really hurting my image.

Thursday, March 6, 2014

Wake Up

Even though I'm almost four, I still nap most days. I had a small break in napping for a few weeks but I've since re-discovered my love of snoozing. Plus, when I nap I get to stay up late!


Most days I don't get to nap too long. Something about being up all night if I do. Lame.


I don't mind being woken up though. I have the best alarm clock. It's Lulu! 


She loves to run into my room when she wakes up, climb on my bed, snorgle me and then steal Elmo. She really loves Elmo. It's a good thing I'm such a good sharer-peep.


I love waking up to my Lu. 

video

Here she is in action!

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Fourteen

Fourteen! 


Hmm, where to begin. I'm clearly an old, sophisticated lady now.


And sophisticated ladies go running at the sound of food being prepared. Which sometimes leads to unfortunate encounters with cabinet edges. See above. I'm fine. Just a little war wound.


When I'm not running into cabinets, I'm a very happy girl. I love playing dress up and accessory-skills. I mega love books. I mega mega love anything Julia is playing. Play-doh is super fun and I don't even try to taste it that often. I like to do somersaults and practicing jumping off of things. My baby doll is my favorite.


I play hard and I sleep hard. I'm still taking two naps most days but I'm pretty flexible on timing. Naps total about 3-3.5 hours. Some days it's two 1.5 hour naps, some days it's a bitty morning nap and a big afternoon nap. I'm sleeping 7:45/8 pm - 7/7:30 am. I never fuss or cry in my crib. I prefer growling. I love singing songs with mom before bed. Twinkle Twinkle is my favorite.


I am food motivated. I eat meals well, sure, but I really prefer to stand at the feet of whoever is in the kitchen and beg ruthlessly for scraps. My favorites are cheese, pasta, fruit, mixed veggies, cookies, and pouches. I still get boobie-flavored boobie in the mornings, and regular milk the rest of the day. Fine by me, just keep the bottles coming.


I have seven teeth. The eighth has been "about to pop" for eleventy months. I'm starting to think it's never coming. That's fine. Seven seems like enough. My fluff gets pretty curl when the weather doesn't stifle it. It should be pretty awesome by this summer. If summer ever comes. Which might not happen. I'm still going on the potty 1-3 times a day. I always go first thing in the morning and I enjoy clapping for myself afterward. 


I can't say my chattering skills are particularly advanced but luckily mom speaks fluent grunt so we get along just fine. I can say uh-oh, yeah and car. I can sign a billion other things. And I can grunt at an increasingly loud volume until my point is made. I can't see how words are needed.


I'm told I'm busy. I'm sometimes called Trail of Terror. I think this is related to my love of the bathroom (it's fine to play toilet paper, it's fun to stick hands in toilets), or my love of the pantry (it was fun to try and drink the vanilla until someone put a lock on the cabinet - lame), or my love of stair climbing. I'm just exploring. 


It's a good thing I'm so lovable. Makes it hard to remember the toilet-skills. I think.

(For fun, Sissy Juj at fourteen:)