To monster.

mon - ster. (mŏn'stər). verb. To run toward your Mommy or Daddy at a high rate of speed, while wiggling your fingers and growling. Often accompanied by the phrase "I MONSTER YOU!"

My most recent haircut.

Those of you who have known me for a while know that I have A LOT of hair, and that it grows pretty fast. Therefore, haircuts are pretty important to me.

My Daddy is in charge of the haircut situation, or at least he has been since what my Mommy refers to as "the day she decided I would be an only child." The nice man who cuts my hair is named Bobby, and he is a great guy who's pretty patient with me.

As you can see, though, I am apparently a perfect angel when Daddy takes me in for a cut. I sit quietly in the chair, smile and giggle appropriately when I get tickled, and am just otherwise a perfectly well behaved toddler child.

All you can see here is some appropriate giggling when I get tickled. You couldn't ask for a better kid.

I would never misbehave in public, now would I, Mommy?

My Mommy is falling apart.

My Mommy is usually the sensible one. She's the one who makes sure I eat a vegetable every week, that I get an occasional bath, and she's the one who always fusses at Daddy for feeding me junk food.



So imagine my surprise when Mommy gave me DONUTS for breakfast.

This is very clearly more of a Daddy type behavior, and quite frankly, I'm a little concerned.

And these weren't just any donuts, either. These were the tiny, sugary, sweet, melt in your mouth kind. Donettes, to be exact. Mommy, if I have done anything to contribute to your breakdown, I am truly sorry. I will stop hitting/spitting/pulling hair/screaming/running wild/biting/climbing/etc. if it means I can have my structure back. We kids need structure, you know.

A few recent photos (I'm so darn cute!)

My Mommy's Little Red Wagon.

I forgot to show this to you all before now. This little red wagon was by far the nicest thing Mommy got for Mother's Day last month, wouldn't you agree? I hope somebody gets Daddy a pony today! Happy Father's Day, Daddy!

Some clips from my latest Chuck E. Cheese experience.

Oh, how I love that place. The screams of the other kids (and parents), the smell of dirty diapers and cheap tomato sauce, the flashing lights, the banging heads... It's ADHD in the making...

My Mommy will do just about ANYTHING to get a good video for the blog...

Including paying a WHOLE QUARTER to let me ride the horsey outside a restaurant. Never mind that I have heard her call these rides "silly" and "a waste of time and money" and "a shameless trap for parents of young children that SOMEBODY ought to be ashamed of" (whatever that means). The important thing here, folks, is that if she has the video camera with her, she'll let me do just about anything. So I've started hiding it in her purse. Take that, Mommy :).