Been Busy These Days

Hi Everybody!

Missed everyone! I've been so busy (as you can see) and have so much to tell everyone! First, how do I look in my sportin new shades? My mommy says that if you wear shades you look pretty cool, and my dad says if you wear shades (what? My dad's sunglasses are always broken! He always says Mommy did it, but his head is as big as my exersaucer...)

If you tune back in, you can find out about my big day at the zoo, what I know about Baby Einstein and what funny things my mommy and daddy have been up to. They think that I'm not paying attention to what they are doing, but I keep track. I'm not going to be one of those kids that's embarrassed later in life by dumb photos of me in flame retarded outfits, like my Uncle Pat was when he realized his school picture were in the same sweat suit three years in a row. Psst.....I'll share that photo later on if I dont get a good Christmas present this year.

Well, I have to go because it's time for another outfit change. I dont know why it's such a big deal that I drooled all over this new pink outfit...I've seen Mommy drool plenty of times after she's been up with me all night. I thought everyone drools, just like "Everyone Poops" (which is a great book by the way, and apparently, no one poops like Daddy! (ask him about a Seafood Buffet sometime)

That's all for now, and I've got to go sport these shades!

BBBBBllllllllllllllppppppppplitttttttt! (Which means "Stay cool" in baby language)

I have learned the the phrase "Dont tell Daddy" will be somewhat of a staple in my converstions from now on............................

"Let Me Tell You Something....."

"UMMMMMMMMMph!!!!!!" and "Bbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb" ......See this nice white blanket and cream colored pillow? My mommy thinks I'm smiling and posing for yet another stupid picture, but lift me up and you'll find a nice brown spot. Man, pooping is so much work, but I sure do feel better when I get that last grunt out. I really don't see what the big deal is, but after I complete this little pooping routine, my mommy and daddy run very fast and before I know it, my daddy is holding me up in the air making some sort of sound...like I do after I spit up, and my mommy is trying to remove my pretty pink outfit telling me I wont be able to wear this one anymore, and something or other about "disposable clothing". My mommy and daddy are so funny. I am really able to recognize my mommy lately because she wears the same shirt so many days in a row and her hair kinda looks like mine. My daddy always wears the same clothes and smells pretty much like I do, so he's pretty cool.

Whelp, I just thought I'd drop a little note to say Hello to everyone, but I have to go before my Grandma realizes I left a little deposit on her nice blanket and pillow.

Until the next time, "Pllurrrrrrrrrbbbbbbbbppttt"

Sleep?

Sorry I have not been back to chat as of late. It seems as though the "lack of sleep" has caught up with me and I use all the energy I have to comb my hair and get dressed in the morning. I'm writing to you today to introduce you to a couple I know very well, my husband and myself. Meet Mr and Mrs. Troy Kalla. This couple used to enjoy going out on a weekly "date" night that consisted of hot wings, the newest Microbrew and gathering with many friends. They used to talk about how "tired" they were from work, staying out too late, enjoying one too many cocktails and then there was the late night movies they stayed up and enjoyed.

This couple waded through 10 years of joyful marital "bliss" before little "Fiona" joined the family. Mr and Mrs Kalla had no idea what they were in for and were naive about the whole "raising" a child process. Before little Fi was born, they talked of how they would not be one of those parents to "work" around a baby's schedule and would just take the baby with them everywhere and anywhere they went. They talked about how it was going to be so wonderful to keep "doing what they've always done" but now with a baby. I have one word for this couple.

"Dumbasses"

Now, if you take a close look again and look close enough, you'll see the years of hairspray and even catch the glimmer of bobby pins in the woman's hair, and if you look at him, you'll see that his head is still as big, and will still not fit into a party hat, but rather instead, a large packing box. Yes, you are looking at how the effects of years of no sleep, constant nagging and never ever again having enough money to buy a pack of gum can age a person. This picture actually captures a happy day in the couples life where they found enough time to stay awake long enough to have this picture taken. The only hope we have is that they don't strangle each other with the hanging streamers in the background.

Cheers to those of you who find time to nap during the day or who can get a full nights sleep. This Bud's for you.

My Daddy's "Speical Day"

First, I wanted to say "blksdhdfoiugljshh" translated from my language to mean "Happy Birthday Daddy!!" My Mommy and Daddy dont know it, but I got a hold of the camera and took this self portrait. I think I did a pretty good job considering I chewed on the camera between takes and had to fill my pants a couple of times. I never thought I'd get this picture taken with so many interruptions. Then there were the constant "surprise" interruptions where Mommy and/or Daddy would run in my room and make the oddest faces, babbling in some language I didn't understand, but nevertheless, I just threw them a smile to make them happy so that they would leave me alone for a few more minutes. They both are pretty easy to please and I find them very entertaining. Just for the fun of it, I have pooped on my mommy a few times, which as a result kept me pretty entertained for a while. One day I even watched her itch her cheek and she had unknowingly wiped poop all over her cheek. I smiled and laughed at her all day. She just thought I was cute, but I was really laughing at how oblivious she was to the situation.

Then there is my daddy. I try to tell him that things don't match that he puts on me and then there are the times that he looks so proud and dresses me in my P.J's for the day, thinking it's a cute "day time" outfit. I just smile at him so he doesn't feel bad. Poor guy, Mommy has to dress him too. My days with Daddy are pretty fun because he takes me to see Gramma and Grampa. I try not to spit up or poop on him, otherwise I miss out on catching up on the newest dish on the "Bold and the Beautiful" while daddy and Grampa are out on lunch. Besides, Gramma gives me a ton more kisses and makes sure that my ears are all straighted out. Thanks to Mommy and Daddy, I'll be able to use my ears as a permanent coat hanger someday.

Well, that's what I'm up to. I only have a limited amount of time since I have to get back to screaming and crying so someone comes in here and holds me. Laying on your back all day is a tough job. And besides, I feel the urge to poop.

Bye Bye (and apparently there is a waving gesture I have to learn with this word. I don't think it's the finger gesture mommy uses with daddy, but rather a full hand gesture where you swing your whole hand back and forth......)

The New Baby-sitter

I've heard you cant teach an old dog new tricks......(even though Lexi will never be "old")


Wouldn't it be great if you never had to deal with "people" and your day was filled with animals and children? This is a photo of "tummy time" where little Fi loves to lay out on a blanket, roll around and to look at all the fascinating and "non" child proof items we have in our house. When I lay Fi out on her blanket, her puppy (Lexi) lays down and slowly crawls over to her. I just watch and wonder what each thinks of the other one. I cant wait until Fi gets a little older and then things should get interesting. (I also hope that Fi loves animals as much as her mommy! Fi already has a list of animals that she has asked her daddy for....she wants a pony, some baby chicks, a rag doll kitten and a pet pig.... Daddy doesn't yet realize it, but mommy has it all planned out that when mommy really wants something, all she has to do is have Fi ask Daddy for it, because he wont be able to say "No" to his little girl (the pet pig is really for me)

My next task is to figure out how to run with both a dog and a jogging stroller. Anyone out there have any advice on how to do this? All of my previous runs (Pre-baby) were with Lexi. All I have to do is get out my running shoes, and she's by the door and ready. Now, I have to sneak out of the house and dress in my business attire and hide my running clothes............ I think that first it would be of great importance if I wasn't "accident prone" or such a Klutz. (I've been known to trip over absolutely nothing...and remember it has been the mommy who has worn poop as an accessory many times, and daddy NEVER has) I really think we would be fine out on a run if we didn't encounter another squirrel, rabbit or any other furry animal. And, if this does happen which do I let go of? The dog leash? The stroller emergency strap? And do I have to start to put emergency information inside my underwear??

I'll keep you posted as to what happens when I finally decide to run with both the dog and the baby. Until then, I'll be labeling my underwear with contact information "In case of emergency"