Carnival

Yesterday mom was all, "Peep, do you want to go to a carnival?  There will be games and prizes and animals!" and I was all, "Like you even had to ask!"

I decided to do a little accessorizing - I wanted to look my best for the animals.

Plus, everyone knows the best way to dress up a superhero cape is a sun hat.

I got right to the game playing as soon as we got there.  First I played the ducky game - it was pretty simple.  All I had to do was pick a duck and I won a prize.  Lame.  Where's the challenge in that?

Next I went for the bean bag toss so I could really test my skills.  You won't believe this but I got all my bean bags through the holes!

Then I played ring-the-pumpkin and I got all the pumpkins ringed!  Seriously - I was probably the best game player there.

After all my skilled game playing I took a break with Bella and she shared one of her prizes with me - a sticky-guy.   

Since music is my favorite thing, I spent some time listening to the bands play while I gathered my strength to win more games.

And then I went fishing for more prizes!

Finally I decided I better let some other kids win the games.  It wouldn't be good manners to win every prize.  So I took mom to the petting farm to meet lots of animal friends.  Turkey-guy immediately took to me.  Mom was all, "He knows you're a turkey too!" and I was all, "Don't be lame, Mom."

I met a bunch of bunny-guys.

They were soft and friendly.  It's also possible they liked me because I was the only kid not harassing them.  Hard to say.

I met a baby cow too.  He was so soft and nice to me.  I gave him snorgles and even brushed his fluff.  And I whispered to him that I have never eaten a hamburger.  I'm pretty sure I heard him say "I love you, Peep."

The sheep-guy was pretty nice looking but he didn't really want to play with me.  Neither did the ducks or chickens.  And since I'm such a well-behaved toddler-peep, I followed the "no chasing" rules and even scolded other kids for chasing.  It's bad manners to chase animals you know.

The goaty-guys were nice to me and liked back scratches.  They even tried to snoot me a little just like Sissy-dog!  I really loved playing with all the animals.  The only bad part was afterward when mom made me wash my hands eleventy times, change my clothes, and sponge off at home before resting time.  She's a little nuts sometimes.

Before leaving the carnival I did one more thing - I got to sit in a firetruck!  It was pretty awesome to climb in and try out the seats and all the equipment.  I would have stayed all day.

The carnival was so much fun and I won tons of prizes!

Super Peep

The other day mom was all, "Peep, what do you want to be when you grow up?"

And I was all, "A superhero!"

Lucky for me, mom has an eighteen-year-old sewing machine and a desire to make all my dreams come true.

Now I'm Super Peep to the rescue!

I can't say I'm crazy about my mask, but the cape is pretty awesome.  It even has a "j" for Julia!

I'm pretty sure I'm ready to save the world.

Day Seven

Not only was today Day Seven, it was Picture Day too!

I picked a fancy twirly dress - it's important to be extra stylish for school pictures!

Mom helped me make my fluff extra curly and awesome this morning.  I thought it looked pretty good as-is but she was all, "Come on Peep, let's try and de-mullet the mullet just a tiny bit."  I admit, my curls turned out pretty great.

I had so many different smile options for pictures.  My teachers told mom I did a great job but I made them promise not to tell her any more about my cheese face.  That would ruin the surprise!

I had a great day at school aside from the pictures.  That is, until mom showed up to get me.  I pretty much hate leaving school.  And sometimes I throw a little bitty fit as a result.

What can I say, school is the most fun ever.

(And yes, that is a pretty green bruise on my forehead.  I had a little run-in with a door.  Mom is always all, "Juj, you need to look forward when you're running," and she might be right.  Just this once.)

Twenty-Nine

I'm twenty-nine, Peeps!  Can you believe it??

Even better, I'm going to go all crazy and do an on-time update.  I rule.

I'm a pretty giant toddler-peep these days.  I'm not sure on official stats but my clothes are a 2T (mostly) and my pull-ups are a 2/3T and when I'm not standing next to my friend Bella I feel pretty big!  I've been working hard on my peep-dressing skills.  I can get socks and shoes on myself, pants mostly on, and make a muck of getting on my shirts.  Off, well, I can take my socks and shoes off.  That's about it.  My fluff is growing into a super long and curly mullet - apparently I'm not allowed to get it cut until I'm eleven.  AND big news - all four of my eye teeth are coming in all at once.  That puts me at sixteen teeth.  Awesome!

My sleeping skills are a little bit, well, unappreciated.  I've been taking 1.5-2.5 hour naps, which I feel is more than sufficient, but I get the sense this span of time doesn't entirely thrill mom.  Apparently she is also not impressed by my desire to scream in the middle of said nap for a minute or two.  Hmph.  My night sleep has also been unkindly judged lately. I go to sleep around 8:15 pm and wake up around 6:40 am.  And only sometimes do I spend the first fifteen minutes screaming for an extra snorgle.  Why is that such an unreasonable request?  Anyway, I'll probably get back on track soon because mom and dad are threatening to cancel morning Mickey if my shenanigans keep up, and that would be mega lame.

On to better subjects.  I started preschool this month and I love it!  I'm one of the older kids in class so I don't fuss when mom drops me off, I only fuss when she makes me leave.  I love going to the playground and playing toys and doing art projects.  And my teachers love my loud and enthusiastic singing skills.  I even get to stay for lunch sometimes.  School is amazing.

I've been a pretty good eater lately, nothing too new to report there except I've stopped using my high chair!  I eat at my little white table now or the big table in my turtle chair.  It's pretty awesome to be a big girl.  I've even gotten pretty great with my spooning and forking skills.  Don't get me wrong, I still try and make mom and dad do all the scooping, but I'm totally capable if necessary.

My biggest news for the month - I'm pretty much half potty trained!  I wear underwear and pull-ups now and I make all my pees in the potty.  I even stay dry at school and go potty there and I will go in store potties too as long as mom makes sure the flusher isn't loud or automatic.  I'm not super great about telling mom and dad I need to go, but I'm pretty much an expert at staying dry until they suggest it, even on long outings and adventures!  Pretty soon when I feel like it I'll start using the potty for all bodily functions, but I'm not quite ready yet.

When I'm not at school I love playing at home.  Our construction is almost done and my new playroom is all done and empty and the best room for running in and jumping in and spinning in.  I really love playing animals right now - I dress my guys, change their diapers, wrap them in blankets and have lots of fun playing with them.  I also love library books and I usually have them memorized within a day of getting them.  I've been able to play more and more with mom  - she still doesn't carry me around or do too many crazy adventures with me, but Beef Stu has been cooperative so she doesn't have to rest so much.  Hooray!  Speaking of, Beef Stu is growing big and she loves to give me high fives.

I'm super into art projects, especially ones that involve paint or stickers.  I also really like coloring with crayons.  I can't stay in the lines perfectly but I'm pretty good about deliberately coloring certain parts certain colors.  Mom is all, "Your scribbles are evolving, Peep!" and I'm all, "Obvious, Mom, I'm twenty-nine now!"  I also like to "draw" people.  I make a circle, two eyes, a snoot, a mouth, arms and legs.  Mom and dad are the best at deciphering these pictures as sometimes I take artistic liberties with the placement of the parts, but I'm getting there.  And I make a mean letter "j."

I'm still the chattiest kid around.  I like to narrate my day, usually through song.  Making up songs is a special skill you know.  I love rhyming words too, although sometimes rhymes aren't warmly embraced (like my "truck" rhymes... not sure why...).  Mom and dad are constantly amazed by my chatters.  By now they shouldn't be but they are simple folk.  

So there's twenty-nine!  I'm pretty excited - Stu Peep and I turn thirty two days apart!  I'm totally getting us cupcakes.  Or chippies.  Or donuts.  Or ice cream.

Day Six

Today was Day Six, Peeps!

I broke from tradition and wore a twirly shirt instead of a twirly dress.  Just trying to keep everyone on their toes.

School was pretty awesome today.  A firetruck came and we got to see it.  But, no sirens or firemen.  Apparently they thought all of us toddler-peeps couldn't handle the full experience.  Lame.

I had a great time singing songs in class.  My teachers seem to appreciate my enthusiastic musical participation skills.  I don't blame them.  I'm practically a professional singer.

I also showed my teacher my plan for picture day.  Yep, this is it. 

 And mom even let me stay for lunch!  I love staying for lunch!

I love school!
(Note - I asked mom to post this yesterday but she's a little pokey about things.  So it was actually yesterday that I had school.)

Fall Day

Yesterday was a beautiful fall day so mom was all, "Peep, do you want to take some pictures with Sissy?" and I was all, "Sure, I've got some new modeling moves I've love to try out."

Turns out, mom wasn't impressed.  Neither was Sissy.  

I still can't understand why.

Don't we have enough smiley-happy-peep-pictures?

Someday I'll find someone who truly appreciates my artistic visions.

Until then, I'm forced to appease mom and smile once in a while.  It's my best chance of getting the camera out of my face and chocolatey chips in my mouth.

Playroom?

Sure, I have a new play room, a dining room filled with toys, a living room filled with toys, and a bedroom filled with toys.  I'm not sure how that's relevant.  Sometimes a toddler-peep needs a change of venue.  And sometimes mom isn't paying enough attention to voice an opinion until it's too late.

Resemblance

Most people think I look like dad, but maybe I look just a teeny tiny bit like mom too.

Glasses