I am Little.: January 2011

Monday, January 24, 2011

i guess.

I went to the doctor's again today. He told me to eat ice cream.

I weigh 16 lbs. 4 oz.(5th percentile), and I am 28" tall (55th percentile).

I eat though.

I promise.

See.

Hmmm. I guess I wear more of my food.

And I guess I'd rather watch Elmo.

And I guess I'd rather climb the stairs.

I guess food just kind of bores me.

After all, I do have to maintain my girlish figure.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

so, my boyfriend has a car.

He actually has more than just "a" car, so he gave me one.

A Jaguar, no less.

For some reason, Daddy said he needed to buy more guns. What that has to do with me and my boyfriends? I have no idea.

Friday, January 7, 2011

we went on vacation.

There were promises of warm weather and sunshine--whatever that is. It only rains here at home.

No such luck on the paradise Christmas. It rained most of the time at both Grandmas and Grandpas' houses. I guess I'll have to store away my sweet shades for some other time.

We did hit the town a couple of nights though. This is my going-out outfit.

I helped Grandpa N peel the plastic off the TV he gave Grandma for Christmas.

What? He didn't want the plastic off? Oops. Too late.

I think Santa is pretty cool, but I definitely did not have my two front teeth on my wish list. Hardy-har-har, fat man.

All I really wanted for Christmas was some paper...and man! EVERYTHING was wrapped in it! I totally scored.

I made some new friends over Christmas too. This is Jacob, Megan, and Kevin. I like them.

Here's all of us with our Great Grandma.

I really enjoyed the nursing home. Everyone there was real nice. Including the man with the walker that chased me and Mama down the hall just to say hi to me, and the lady that kept asking every 4.56 minutes what my name was, and the other lady that kept trying to get out of her wheelchair while saying, "Get me outta here! Take me with you!" It really wasn't that bad of a place...she'd just lost all her marbles.

I met my Mommy's Great Aunt. I like her too.

Eleanor was an awesome playmate. I would poke her in the eye (and Mama and Dada always just say, "Ouch!" or "No no no!"). Not Eleanor...she would just poke me back. Someone that actually gets this game!