Friday, September 5, 2008

Toys for Boys?

Some of you may know my mother, and if you do, you know she used to be a heavy equipment operator in the Seabees. So I guess it's only fitting that rather than buy me a nice pink and purple My Little Pony or Fairy Princess walker toy, she'd buy me a Tonka dump truck walker, right?

The good thing is that I'm a baby and I don't notice anything but the honking horn, colorful parts, and toy compartment under the dump bed. So to Tonka's "Built for Boyhood" campaign I say "pffft" and request they add "These Boots Are Made For Walkin'" to their list of songs played by the dump truck.

Yep, all hell is about to break loose once this princess starts really walkin'.

My Second Fair, Stairs, Pianos and More!

Remember when I went to the State Fair last year? Yes, that was a lovely picture, and no offense to Mom, but I think I look much better in the butterfly this year:
Dad is in Spain or something so Mom and I headed up to Sacramento for the long weekend to visit Onay and Papa and Grandma and Grandpa (who work the fair but insist they are NOT "carnies"). We stayed with Onay and Papa and had lots of adventures. We even went swimming for the first time. My mom didn't get any pictures because she was in the pool with me and no one has forwarded any yet but I'm sure they will soon. Trust me, folks, I looked pretty cute in my new Speedo swimsuit.

Since there are no pics of me in the pool, here's one of me in the bath with Onay. You can see how much I like the water:
And here I am with my first homemade hasher-style pancake. I went straight for the eyes and nose but was not allowed to eat them. What a tease that cook is!
Onay and Papa had some pretty neat things at their house. The first was something called stairs. I headed straight for them and right on up. Then I practiced every day, many times a day. It sure was fun:

When I wasn't working the stairs, I practiced piano with Papa. I think I'm pretty good...
We also went on some walks to see and feed ducks and play on the swings and even went swimming with a cute boy named Lance. That was all good, clean fun.

And then there was this:

Those are my cousins Alex and Griffin. Alex is the nipple-lover. Griffin is engrossed in the TV. My mom has already warned me about this sort of thing and now I am pretty sure I will never understand boys.