Catching up

Good grief, has it really been more than a month? The older I get the faster time seems to pass...

So grab a chair and get comfy so I can tell you what I've been up to. Ah, that's better. First, I headed up to Sacramento for Thanksgiving. My daddy even bought me a new outfit all the way in Spain for the occasion:Yep, I thought it was cute too, except this part was a bit much:I mean, really, did they have to get tights with a chicken on my butt? (Insert fowl and chicken butt jokes here) The things people do to children are just awful, aren't they?

Then again, I guess people who get toted around on other people's backs shouldn't complain about an occasional silly outfit, right?And then there was the snow incident. Have you heard about this stuff? It's white and cold and turns into water when you touch it. I found it quite unpleasant and cried while walking in it. Or maybe I was crying because I couldn't see anything in my big hat.
After the first snow, Christmas finally came. Boy was I happy with all my new stuff. I especially like my new chair, some old Mardi Gras beads, and my duck-walker.
Finally, in addition to walking more, I've acquired some new skills in the past month or so. I've learned to brush all nine of my teeth,
To help Mama in the kitchen,
That some people have machines that actually clean their dishes for them,
And that I love beads. Wearing them, carrying them, putting them in boxes, taking them out, helping others with them. They are so much fun. I just wonder where my mom got sooooo many beads?
Who knows what 2009 will bring? Hopefully more time to blog. I promise to try.

Green Acres Is The Place For Me...

They say country life is great for kids and I must agree. Forget SpongeBob and Dora and video games...I get to do my own exploring on the farm! Because, really, how many girls get to don overalls and run around in the dirt these days? And how many girls still get to help their daddy drive an old farm truck? And how many kids do you know that help gather wood for the stove at night?
And what about walking? Most kids learn indoors, on even ground. Not me, I run around chasing kitties in the dirt while learning the importance of balance, good footing and getting back up and dusting myself off when I fall (it's not you, the sound is not working):

Yep, when you think about it, a farm is a great place to live, learn and contemplate the big questions in life:

New tastes, smells and skills!!!

A lot has been happening lately. Everything is so big and colorful and interesting. I feel like I'm really beginning to find my place in the world. To think that at this time last year I couldn't even hold my head up is crazy!

For instance, now I'm trying all sorts of new foods. One of my favorites is called crayon. My mom keeps trying to get me to hold it in my hand and hit it on paper, which makes absolutely no sense to me seeing as how crayon is so colorful and chewy. So now I pretend to make marks on the floor with it, then munch the tip off and clamp my mouth shut so my mom can't get it out.:Of course, sometimes I get a little on my face too.

It's funny that my mom thought it was amusing that I marked my own face, because the very next day she marked up my face, dressed me as a skunk, and paraded me around town. I don't know what sort of punishment this was, but while we were parading around we saw lots of other little kids being treated similarly. I guess it happens once a year and is called Halloween.
That's right, I was a skunk. At least no one else was wearing the same costume...
Oh, and to redeem her cake-making skills, my mom carved a pumpkin for me. I think it's better than the cake:
Finally, I decided to get off the floor and start walking:

Yep, I decided to do it right before my dad left for Spain so he wouldn't miss my first steps. Boy was he happy!!!

Uno!!!

That's right, folks, it was my birthday a couple of weeks ago (October 16 for your records). Yep, the big Oh-One. I can't believe it either. Seems like this time last year I was all infantile and needy and quiet and immobile and tiny. Now I'm 20 pounds and 11 ounces of walking, talking, into-everything fun.

But back to the birthday. Of course , it was great. There were balloons:And presents:And my annual traditional photo with my birthday bear:And there was a cake made just for me by my mom: I didn't know quite what to make of it, either. I think my mom is trying to instill that "It's the thought that counts" stuff in me early on. For some reason my mom was completely obsessed with making me a cake for my birthday. The thing is, she'd never made a cake. And I guess our oven isn't level. And she didn't know you had to buy tips for icing tubes to make fancy writing. And she didn't know about cooling things off. This is what she started with when the frosting ran out: Really, I think she did a pretty good job covering up the holes and gaps with Dora figurines and, let's face it, there is nowhere to go but up on the cake-making skills for her:My dad didn't want to be outdone in the personal parental touch category so he improvised with some Hello Kitty hats:
No, wait, it got more bizarre when he did a Statue of Liberty impression:
That wasn't even the weirdest part of the party...

In the end, it was a great party with ALL my grandparents in attendance. That made for some interesting conversation. As for me, I just hung out and got overstimulated and threw cake, like I was supposed to, right?

Who belongs in the zoo?

Boy have we been busy. Islands, mountains, cities. It's tough to keep up but I sure am glad my dad took the time off.

We spent last week at Onay and Papa's in Sacramento. We mostly hung out playing with some new toys but one day we went to the zoo with cousin Sid. Here we are pretending to be kangaroos:
And here I am checking out the big cats in my kitten t-shirt:They had this neat spider web to play on:
And, of course, my folks went to REI and bought me a brand new baby jogger. We were testing it out with cousin Sid. Isn't she special looking? Ha! I love this picture of her...
Tomorrow I turn the big Oh-One. I can't believe it's been a year already. I'm sure there will be pictures and other fun stuff coming soon.

Two weddings and an Ellen show

After our big vacation to Hawaii, we headed up to the Central Coast for MB's wedding, which, by the way was quite nice. No, I don't have pictures of the wedding people, after all, this is MY blog!

I do, however, have a few pics of me from the wedding. Here I am in my best dress:
Doing tricks for Auntie Spotted (I don't know where the carrot is, but it looks like she had one at one time):Posing with the girls:And having a beer with dad:
That wedding reminded me of my first wedding, that being my parents' wedding of course. You may remember from my very first post on this blog that it was a shotgun wedding. Well, if you don't remember that little fact, perhaps this clip from a recent episode of the Ellen show will help you remember:

Yep, my mom is certifiable. She didn't even remember sending the picture in to the show.

And just so you know, Sarah Palin is a wedding crasher. She wasn't even invited to my parents' wedding, let alone asked to bring her gun! Maybe that will make tonight's news...

Aloha!!! My first big trip!!!

So my dad's been on paternity leave to bond with me and I've got to tell you, there's no better place to hang with your dad than Hawaii. Just look at us. After all, who couldn't be happy in a place like this?
There are so many fun things to do there, like swim in the pool with mom:Have a few cocktails with dad:Take a nap in a nice hotel bed:Go on a sunset dinner cruise with the family (we even saw some spinner dolphins):Play in the sand with dad:
Oh, wait, that sand thing didn't work out quite so well:It's amazing how easy it is to take a header at the beach. It doesn't hurt much but it's pretty tough to get the sand out of your nostrils.

Finally, the last very cool thing to do in Hawaii is hang with Uncle PD, aka "Dipshit":

A special thanks to Uncle PD and Auntie Allicat for hanging with us and allowing their nerves to be frayed by my constant neediness while teething on vacation. Yes folks, I was 'that baby' on the plane ride over. I was so bad the guy sitting next to us gave me the birthday present he got for his daughter just to shut me up for 20 minutes. I responded by sleeping the whole way home - a flight he wasn't on...Note to parents: The red eye is worth it to everyone but you.