Apparently people do a lot of shopping to celebrate Jesus’ birthday. Allow me to give you some shopping pointers for this holiday season.
First you have to be willing to scour the clearance racks.
Then you have to figure out if the price is a good deal.
And then you have to be willing to come back another day, one where you might actually walk out the door with an unbeatable bargain in hand.
Dad and Grammie you have taught me well.
It got cold last week and started to snow.
Then it got colder and snowed even more.
Mom bundled me up so much I couldn’t move, then she stuck me out in that snow and cold.
But she did teach me that snow tastes delicious.
The snow and cold has stuck around for a while now, and mom keeps sticking me out in the yard despite said cold and snow.
My only consolation is my adorable pink snow accessories, including my bomber hat and fur lined pink jacket. Oh, and eating snow.
Mom, when will it warm up enough to go back to the pool? Snow is too cold.
Mom and dad took me to IKEA on black Friday to take advantage of the fifty percent off expedit shelves. They got three of them and set them up in my room where the guest bed used to be. I needed a place for all my birthday loot.
There truly is a cubby for everything.
I love my new big girl room.
Grammie came to visit for my birthday. She helped with my party and played with me….. and took me shopping for clothes. Just like dad does. I can tell she is related to him.
Me and Grammie shopping. We were rather sucessful, weren't we Grammie?
Thanks for such a fun visit Grammie!
Grammie and my Great Aunt Sis were such a wonderful part of my birthday weekend.
Grandma likes clean windows. So, don’t put your sticky baby hands on the window. And especially don’t put your sticky baby hands on the window while she is cleaning it.
She WILL make you clean them.
I promise I won’t do it again, Grandma.
At least not while you are watching. Or have a squeegee and sponge in your hands.
Mom thought I was getting another tooth.
I was drooling and chewing and not sleeping.
Then it got worse.
Turns out I got four teeth all at once.
The ones on the bottom surprised mom.
But now that’s behind me, and my eight snaggly teeth and I can get back to happy times with ducky. Oh and mom. And dad. And Twizzle.. and..
Mom, Grandma and I went to St. Louis this weekend. Mom had some oboe thing, but we made it into a big adventure.
It was a very fun weekend, to which this photo diary will attest:
We flew on a plane to get there.
I made sure mom knew about water landings before take off.
After church we visited a big sculpture park.
This is made out of old oil barrels. Nice photo bomb, grandma.
This is a big deck of grating. It isnt a good place to drop your cookie, I learned.
This is a wall of giant metal buoys from the ocean.
After mom’s oboe thing downtown we visited The Arch.
It is too big to fit in one picture.
Then we went to the zoo.
There are elephants at the zoo. I love the zoo.
Mom said this is the only ape she has ever seen not do something innapropriate.
The morning before we left, we visited the art museum. (It was full of big echo chambers, which are perfect for shrieking in. You should try it sometime, but not when mom is around, because she gets annoyed.)
This is a modern piece of art, just like me.
Also, we visited the sight of the 1904 world’s fair.
This was mom's favorite site.
Then I got in my pajamas and we flew home.
I got my own seat.
Thank you cousin Sharon for hosting us on our big adventure!
Grandma and cousin Sharon. Both very nice ladies.
I love Mexican food.
In honor of my eleven month milestone yesterday, allow me to brag a little about all the things I have recently learned to do… (besides standing, of course, because I have still eluded mom the shutterbug with that trick.)
I can sit on a chair.
I can play rather forte on the piano.
I can play on the big playground structure and scare mom by going headfirst down the big tunnel slide.
I can be trusted to hold an egg without breaking it.
I can eat while holding a spoon.
Yup. I am capable of some pretty fantastic things. So, now can I have my own iPhone, dad?
Perfection.
This picture says it all.