The one in which Mommy's head blows completely off.

I've seen Mommy a little upset before, even grumpy a time or two. But yesterday when she got home from work, she was downright TWITCHY. I guess the house was a LITTLE messy, but Daddy and I had every intention of cleaning up... sometime... maybe next week.

A few of my favorite things...

Books and chocolate. What more is there in life?

Run for the border.

Sometimes when Mommy is at work, Daddy and I get the munchies. When that happens, we make a run for the border. Nachos = male bonding at its finest.

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!)