Sunday, November 2, 2008
Major Life Milestones: Big Girl Bed, Halloween, Flower Girl, No
I'm 2 years old now, as most of you know, which means there's going to be some changes around our house. Heck, there have already been some changes, and I'm just getting started.
First of all, I don't do what nobody says anymore. (And yeah, I know that's a double-negative -- duh -- but I'm using it for effect.) The days of me doing the bidding of these so-called adults, including (make that especially) the two living in my house, are over. I recently learned an awesome new word, which has totally transformed my life and opened up all sorts of wonderful possibilities. I think you all know what I'm talking about, but if you need a little clue, let's just say it starts with an N and ends with an O, and in between ain't nothing but attitude!
I've already mastered the art of saying no, to the point where I can say it without even saying it, if you know what I mean. Take the example of my now-obsolete crib. When I got tired of sleeping in this kiddie prison, I learned how to bust out of the joint -- or release myself on my own recognizance, if you wish. When Mommy or Daddy put me back in, I climbed back out. This went on and on for a few nights -- when will these people learn? -- until finally they gave up and put my mattress on the floor, where I can get up and do whatever I feel like once they fall asleep. In other words, I win. And now, we've got a big-girl bed -- a four-poster, bright pink, straight out of "Fancy Nancy" -- on the way. I win again!
And another thing: We went to a wedding a few weeks back -- my Uncle Todd and Aunt Jen. It was a lovely affair and I enjoyed being the center of attention. (My Mommy and Daddy tried to tell me the day was not about me, but every day is about me, so that didn't make any sense.) Anyway, they tried to get me to walk down the aisle as a flower girl, even enlisting the assistance of a lovely girl named Carly to hold my hand. That was fine, and I did exactly as I was supposed to do -- during the rehearsal, that is. But when it came time for the big moment, on a lovely Saturday afternoon along the Chesapeake Bay, I didn't feel like it. So I flopped down right there in the grass, in my fancy dress, until Mommy had to pick me up and carry me down the aisle. As for those flower petals I was supposed to spread? I played with them during the wedding, then spread them afterwards -- when I wanted to.
Just another way of saying no without really saying it. I can already tell: This is going to be a very fun stage.
Does this look like someone you want to mess with? I didn't think so.
Walking down the aisle with Carly at the rehearsal, and nailing it.
Rehearsal dinner fun with my Daddy. Wonder if he's drunk?
Hey, Mommy... Be careful with Cookie. He gets light-headed if he's upside-down for too long.
Dad: "OK, everyone, look at the camera." Me: "I'll look where I want to look."
I barely recognize this well-dressed man.
Can Cookie walk down the aisle with me? No? Well, in that case, I've got some other ideas for livening up this show.
Grandpa showing me some love.
Me, Mommy, Aunt Courtney, Aunt Melissa. Who's sitting on Cookie?
Killing a little time before the ceremony. I'd love to roll around in the sand, but Daddy won't let me.
Hey, Carly... I'm out. You go on ahead without me.
I feel that the best time to spread the flower petals is after the ceremony, and I really don't care if the rest of you disagree.
At the reception... I think Daddy already made a beeline to the bar.
Nothing says wedding reception like a perfectly made Shirley Temple.
Cutting a rug with Aunt Melissa. I wonder if this DJ has "Love Train"?
Carly congratulating me on a nice performance as flower girl.
Tell you what... That wedding wore me out. How about you, Cookie?
Halloween night... Am I going dressed up as Cookie Monster, or is he going dressed up as me?
Here it is, all put together... I'm ready to get some candy.
Cookie, Zebra (Isadora), Giraffe (Estelle), Flapper (Maya). Am I the only one here who knows how to say cheese?
Showing an extraordinary lack of originality, both of my feet are also dressed as Cookie Monsters.
My candy is OK, but Sydney's looks really, really good.
I'm about to go into a candy coma.
Capping off the night with a big serving of cookie cake. I had enough of that costume. My feet, on the other hand, are still wearing theirs.
Ah... a glorious fall day. Dig those red Chucks! (Thanks, Grandma Gail!)
Yeah, we got it... Hot chocolate!
Happy Fall, everyone. Thanks for visiting my blog. Please accept this leaf as a token of my appreciation.
First of all, I don't do what nobody says anymore. (And yeah, I know that's a double-negative -- duh -- but I'm using it for effect.) The days of me doing the bidding of these so-called adults, including (make that especially) the two living in my house, are over. I recently learned an awesome new word, which has totally transformed my life and opened up all sorts of wonderful possibilities. I think you all know what I'm talking about, but if you need a little clue, let's just say it starts with an N and ends with an O, and in between ain't nothing but attitude!
I've already mastered the art of saying no, to the point where I can say it without even saying it, if you know what I mean. Take the example of my now-obsolete crib. When I got tired of sleeping in this kiddie prison, I learned how to bust out of the joint -- or release myself on my own recognizance, if you wish. When Mommy or Daddy put me back in, I climbed back out. This went on and on for a few nights -- when will these people learn? -- until finally they gave up and put my mattress on the floor, where I can get up and do whatever I feel like once they fall asleep. In other words, I win. And now, we've got a big-girl bed -- a four-poster, bright pink, straight out of "Fancy Nancy" -- on the way. I win again!
And another thing: We went to a wedding a few weeks back -- my Uncle Todd and Aunt Jen. It was a lovely affair and I enjoyed being the center of attention. (My Mommy and Daddy tried to tell me the day was not about me, but every day is about me, so that didn't make any sense.) Anyway, they tried to get me to walk down the aisle as a flower girl, even enlisting the assistance of a lovely girl named Carly to hold my hand. That was fine, and I did exactly as I was supposed to do -- during the rehearsal, that is. But when it came time for the big moment, on a lovely Saturday afternoon along the Chesapeake Bay, I didn't feel like it. So I flopped down right there in the grass, in my fancy dress, until Mommy had to pick me up and carry me down the aisle. As for those flower petals I was supposed to spread? I played with them during the wedding, then spread them afterwards -- when I wanted to.
Just another way of saying no without really saying it. I can already tell: This is going to be a very fun stage.
Does this look like someone you want to mess with? I didn't think so.Walking down the aisle with Carly at the rehearsal, and nailing it.
Rehearsal dinner fun with my Daddy. Wonder if he's drunk?
Hey, Mommy... Be careful with Cookie. He gets light-headed if he's upside-down for too long.
Dad: "OK, everyone, look at the camera." Me: "I'll look where I want to look."
I barely recognize this well-dressed man.
Can Cookie walk down the aisle with me? No? Well, in that case, I've got some other ideas for livening up this show.
Grandpa showing me some love.
Me, Mommy, Aunt Courtney, Aunt Melissa. Who's sitting on Cookie?
Killing a little time before the ceremony. I'd love to roll around in the sand, but Daddy won't let me. Time to walk down the aisle... Nah, I think I'll bail.
Hey, Carly... I'm out. You go on ahead without me.
I feel that the best time to spread the flower petals is after the ceremony, and I really don't care if the rest of you disagree.
At the reception... I think Daddy already made a beeline to the bar.
Nothing says wedding reception like a perfectly made Shirley Temple.
Cutting a rug with Aunt Melissa. I wonder if this DJ has "Love Train"?
Carly congratulating me on a nice performance as flower girl. 
Tell you what... That wedding wore me out. How about you, Cookie?Halloween night... Am I going dressed up as Cookie Monster, or is he going dressed up as me?
Here it is, all put together... I'm ready to get some candy. 
Cookie, Zebra (Isadora), Giraffe (Estelle), Flapper (Maya). Am I the only one here who knows how to say cheese?
Showing an extraordinary lack of originality, both of my feet are also dressed as Cookie Monsters.
My candy is OK, but Sydney's looks really, really good.I'm about to go into a candy coma.Capping off the night with a big serving of cookie cake. I had enough of that costume. My feet, on the other hand, are still wearing theirs.
Ah... a glorious fall day. Dig those red Chucks! (Thanks, Grandma Gail!)
Yeah, we got it... Hot chocolate!
Happy Fall, everyone. Thanks for visiting my blog. Please accept this leaf as a token of my appreciation.
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