I'm a toddler! I'm a toddler!

Mommy and daddy are soooo proud!

Happy Birthday to Me! (and Dad)

Dad and I have birthdays one day apart, remember? Anyway, Mom and Dad sang happy birthday to me on the day I turned, "The Big One." Just ignore the confused look on my face...I know exactly what is going on and will remember this moment forever.

After the singing, I ate half a cupcake. The carrot cake was for Dad.

Music Lessons

So Uncle Fred, Grandpa KC, and my Dad have decided that I should take up cello lessons. I checked, and the smallest cello they make is still taller than I am! Plus, I think I need to start with a simpler instrument.

So Uncle Fred got my a xylophone (phew, that's hard to spell!) for my birthday! I was able to play it right out of the box...see? Who needs private lessons and music theory class and Saturday group lessons? Sorry, people. You're just going to have to wait before you start planning all my afterschool activities.

Mom? Dad? Where are you?

So here I am at Grandma's, studying the squirrel commune that lives in the backyard, and one day I couldn't find Mom and Dad. They left me here! By myself! And they went...


...to Paris?



Actually, no. I guess they went someplace called 'Las Vegas' where there are tacky replicas of world monuments. Sigh. I didn't get any cool souvenirs when they got back. Not even a T-shirt that says, "My parents went to Las Vegas and all I got was this stupid T-shirt."

Nobody knows my sorrow...

...oh, the sorrow of having the stomach flu, that is.

Apparently, just about everyone who came to my party ended up with the stomach flu. What a way to bring in the new year.

Yeah, Happy New Year to you, too. Blah.