Hot Town, Summer In the City....

Now, how does the rest of that lyric go?

"... when Daddy dresses me, I don't look pretty." No, that's not it...

"... I like to pull the tail of the Pebbles kitty." True story, but not what I was looking for...

"... you ain't as cute as me, and it sure is a pity." Again, true, but no...

"... my diaper's feeling full and smelling sh*tty." Yes, that's it!

Anyway, thanks for checking out my blog. I'm coming to you today from the midst of a heat wave, so I'm not really in the mood for chit-chat. They say the murder rate always rises during a heat wave, but I suspect the temper-tantrum rate does as well. It's brutal outside. We're talking beastly, insufferable, melt-your-sippee-cup hot. As we speak, I'm running around the house in nothing but a diaper -- white-trash style.

The good news is, I have lots of fun adventures to relate to y'all, so I'll get right to it.

This was my very first boat ride, a water taxi in Annapolis. Good thing I was strapped in. When I see that much water, my instinct is to grab my rubber ducky and jump in.

Here we are at the zoo. That giraffe kept staring at me. Made me a little uncomfortable, I have to say.

Look, Mommy! I think that baby elephant just pooped!

I'm learning to drive this here tractor. I've already asked for a John Deere trucker hat for my second birthday.

Two things can make any situation more fun: Monkeys. And bubbles.

Stop... hammock time!

Apparently, Daddy needs a lesson in how to operate a barrette. The point is to keep the hair out of the eyes. Duh.

Took a trip to see my Nanny and Papa. They had a pool, a playground and two dogs. It was awesome.

We went to one of those drive-through safaris, where the animals come up to your window and eat out of your hand. This big old creature -- might have been a llama -- took a liking to Mommy.

Here, pretty, pretty creature...

Attacking my cousin Carter.

OK, ma'am, which of the kids in this lineup is the one you saw hit the other kid with the choo-choo train? OK, everybody turn to the right!

That's right, I swing.

Bye-bye to Nanny and Papa.

Crushing a plate of sushi. That's raw fish, in case you didn't know.

I like to eat ice cream. I also like to wear it.

We went to the Little Italty Festival in 100 degree weather. We lasted approximately 5.6 minutes -- or the length of time it takes two adults and one 21-month-old to scarf down a platter of fried dough in the shade.

I not only can play the guitar -- I can play it behind my back, with one hand, while striking a pose.

That's it for me, folks. I'm getting sleepy.