Princess Fussypants

I demand that my loyal subjects entertain me at all times. I signal my approval of their efforts by doing the "happy dance." What you see here is a new take on the happy dance, and it is used only in situations when I am EXTREMELY happy. Almost violently so.

This is more like it!

My Splash Day outfits are improving. Mom must be reading my blog.

Dinner is an adventure!

Teething for babies is like pregnancy for mommies. It gives you an excuse to act like a crazy person. I am taking full advantage of my situation this week, and really making Mommy work for it.

On Sunday, I fussed and fussed all afternoon long. Turns out all I wanted was some cereal. The second Mommy put me in the chair to eat, I started doing my happy dance (arms and legs kicking simultaneously).

On Monday...cereal? Are you kidding me? I want milk! What is wrong with you?

Tuesday...cereal again!

On the nights that I do like my cereal, I like to eat it in a very particular way. I like to chase each spoonful of cereal with a little thumb. (Try it-I promise you'll never eat any other way!)

So here's the way my meals generally go: I begin with the happy dance, open my mouth and wait for the first bite. After the first bite, I take a little rest and suck my thumb. Then, when I am ready, I open my mouth and wait for bite #2. Then-this is the best part-I wait quietly for the next bite, and when the spoon is just about to my mouth...I start the happy dance again! Food goes flying everywhere!

When I'm done, Mommy wipes my face off, picks me up, and...BLECH! Out comes the cereal on her shirt! Turns out I wasn't even hungry to begin with! Ha ha ha...

Hey, Choppers!

I have a tooth! It popped in sometime yesterday. I fussed and cried about it, but no one noticed. I didn't feel that it was getting the attention it deserved, so when Mommy got home, I bit her finger to let her know it was there.

Sightings of my little tooth are rare, like the Loch Ness Monster or Sasquatch. Mommy has been trying to get a picture of it since yesterday, but I'm not just going to give it away. I'm thinking about selling the first pictures to People magazine. The money will go to charity, of course...

In the meantime, you all will just have to settle for a picture of me playing in my new jumper. Enjoy! (If you enlarge the picture, you can see a pretty sweet string of drool building.)

I love my Daddy!

Happy Father's Day!

Look what I can do!

Mmmm, cereal!

My first splash day at school, and I am the dorky kid in the hat.

I can't wait until I can dress myself.

Some playtime pics...

I'm starting to get the hang of this whole sitting up thing!

(For those of you with keen observational skills, yes that is vomit on my shirt. And a little on my face. What - you never throw up on yourself and keep right on playing? Yeah, right...)

Get in my mouth!

Practicing my manners...

Still working on the Winkle... wait, is that a ceiling fan? I'll have to get back to you later.

I love snuggling with Daddy on Saturday mornings. Sometimes we even let Kili and Mommy join us.

PS-If you click on the picture to make it bigger, you can kind of see my little teeth on the bottom!

This is my favorite toy. It's called a Winkle. I've been working out a way to get the whole thing in my mouth. I think I am almost there.

Aunt Alison gave my mom a book for Mother's Day that had motherhood scenarios depicted in little dioramas using fuzzy yellow chicks. (Those of you who know me know how I love yellow birds!) In one pictures, a mama chick was looking through fashion magazines trying to decide what type of mother she would be - hip urban mama, hippie earth mama, etc. In the end, she became "Fat Sloppy Mommy."

My mom is Fat Sloppy Mommy. She told me that she refuses to buy things in a bigger size, because soon she will be able to wear the clothes she wore before I came along. So we have two kinds of clothes - those that are too small and those that are way too large (aka maternity clothes). We went out for a walk yesterday evening, and Mom was wearing what she wears every day after work - baggy drawstring pants and one of Daddy's t-shirts. Not the most slimming ensemble. It's one thing to wear that in the house, but outside??? Where other people can see you???

I told her that she needed to pace herself. I am not even a teenager yet-she has years to work up to this kind of embarrassment. For now, lets just stick to dressing me in silly outfits. (Exhibit A - the hat in the picture above). No need to go all in just yet.

I started this page to keep you all updated on all of the exciting happenings in my life. Enjoy!