Cheese

Ringlet-Peep

Like I said, I may have a mullet, but it's the curliest, cutest mullet around.  And I'm never getting it cut.

Mulletrific

I'm pretty sure I'm making mullets cool again.

Tubby Peep

Great news, Peeps!  I got my very own iPhone!

Okay, technically mom got an iPhone, but it's only a matter of time before I get my hands on it.  After all, I'm pretty sure I could work it better than her.

I mean, look at this picture.  Mom can't even figure out how to turn it the right way.  Clearly she needs an expert-at-phone-skills-peep to help her.  But for now I'll let her stumble around.  I don't want to seem too anxious.

And I'll happily perform for her and butter her up.  Do you recognize this song?  I hear there are hand motions too.

Misunderstood

Mom has been judging me a lot lately.  She's all, "Peep, I don't want to hear your fussing, please talk to me using kind words and good manners," and I'm all, "When I use kind words, you say 'no.' When I fuss, you respond.  You do the math."

I know it's hard to believe I am even capable of fussing.  I like to think of it as requesting something with artistic emphasis.

And it's not that I'm trying to be difficult  I'm a pretty agreeable toddler-peep.

But sometimes I need a new sheet of Elmo stickers as a matter of life and death.  And sometimes I need to try the neighbor's bouncy house in the middle of a thunderstorm as a matter of life and death.  And sometimes I need new fresh and clean b-gucks as a matter of life and death.  

(What?  You've never passed out on the front steps before?  Even during college?)

Anyway, like I was saying.  I'm not trying to be an unruly peep.  I'm just trying to express myself.  And self-expression comes in many forms, including epic tantrum.

The good news is that I have a solution I'm planning on proposing to mom at our next meeting (which, incidentally, will probably be tomorrow morning over milk and Mickey).  If mom would just agree to give in to my every request the first time I ask, I'd never whine or fuss again.

If that's not reasonable and accommodating, I don't know what is.

Bipolar-Peep

You know what's funny?  My ability to be the sweetest toddler-peep ever one minute, and a possessed psycho-peep the next.

Cheeeese

Sometimes mom is all, "Peep, you look pretty cute, let's take some pictures!" and I'm all, "Mom, I'm always cute, but I don't just model for free.  Call my agent." 

If mom isn't listening, I'm forced to pull out the big guns - the sideways "I'm ignoring you" eyeroll.

Of course, then I start to feel bad.  I mean, mom looks like such a monkey flopping around with her camera begging me to smile.

Inevitably, I give in and smile like a turkey-peep.