Party night.

You wouldn't suspect that on a Thursday I would have been out partying. Dad and I were dancing and singing until about 10pm, when I finally threw in the towel. I'm a huge fan of 60's music, specifically the song Wooly Bully and also Cher. 

As a continuation of last night festivities, dad started singing again this morning and I just couldn't help myself. I was also full after a large bowl of cream of wheat. I love me some fat and sugar! Dopamine crash at its best! 

Link to dad's 'Best of Cher' video audition: 

http://youtu.be/3iHBEHChldU

The reason this is sort of a big deal is because mom has been freaking out after starting a very bad habit of breast feeding me to sleep! She finally was off the hook! 

Teething adventure.

Teething has gotten pretty exhausting as of late, and today I just couldn't take it. I bit mom and then took a nap. I had a splitting headache!! 

I now feel much better! AND I have two new, very large teeth (thanks to dad). Somebody get me some Corn Nuts and a carrot stick!!! 

My sinister laugh.

Unfortunately, this laugh that I have recently mastered is also an indication of when I'm doing something wrong or when I'm being sarcastic, and it has gotten me into a bit of trouble lately. 

Mom heard this laugh and came to see what I was getting in to. This is what she found...

I think I gave her a heart attack, especially when I did my one handed twirl move into the wall. I'm applying for Cirque du Soleil in Vegas this week! Wish me luck! 

http://youtu.be/B9NPleGZteg

The link is part of my online application. Enjoy!

Dad is insane.

He just sang/rapped the entire The Very Hungry Catirpillar book to me. Mom was laughing so hard she almost stopped breathing. 

I've narrowed it down.

My name, I believe, is one of five phrases/words/sounds I've been hearing lately. 

1) Oh my God

2) Popcorn Grouch-Potato

3) (loud laughing)

4) What-On-Earth-Are-You-Doing?

5) Hey!

Crawling and cleaning.

Mom and dad bought gates for my room! The jerks!  Thankfully, they bought the wrong size gate for the door out to the living room. 

Since I knew my time was limited, I made a run for it. 

This is what they discovered.

Me playing with my favorite toy!!! 

Dad says I must have aspirations of becoming a cleaning lady. Unfortunately, they said I have to start folding clothes and then work up to vaccuming. 

I CAN NOT wait to clean the kitchen!!!

Baywatch 911

So my parents signed me up for swim class, FOR THEIR OWN AMUSEMENT may I add, and it was...interesting. 

It was loud, the water was cold (compared to the hot baths I enjoy at home) and there were far too many kids for my taste, some were three months old and had no clue what was going on! Just you wait!!! 

What, are we training for the damn Olympics?! 

Uh, guys, why did you put this thing on my head? Guys? Seriously, guys? 

Looking for David Hasselhoff, who did NOT save me. 

Within 3 minutes of arriving home! 

Quote of the day (totally unrelated): 

Peter (while vaccuming): "Oh my god. I just drooled on her head. It's like running down her face. I'm the coolest dad of all time."

It's seriously up for debate who drools more in this household.

TGIF!

Mom and dad have wanted to take me to baby club for a while now, and since I never get to socialize, I was pretty upset when I got sick last week. 

We got there an hour and a half late because I need my morning nap (which is why I'm so pretty). 

Also, as a side note, some random guy took a picture of me at a cafe the other day! Mom and dad caught him, and dad gave him the "I'm confused" look, which dad is really good at. But thankfully his wife showed up momentarily, which makes it much less creepy for some reason. Mom, being from the US, immediately came up with an attack plan (throwing oysters at him) and escape route (running down the street into the pharmacy) if they looked at me again. You can never be too careful, or too crazy! 

Don't be fooled, I'm never dressed this cute! Also, notice my button is undone. I think mom was projecting because she can't wear her old jeans without letting it all hang out. 

Outfit number two, which I hated equally as much. 

After all the playing, mom and dad took me out to eat. I ordered a chicken sandwich with wasabi mayo and peach juice. It wasn't cooked to my liking, so in retaliation, I threw all my toys on the ground, chewed mom's new walet to shreds and ate only the French fries! 

Then mom and dad went out to eat (again), leaving me with the grandparents, who actually read to me. 

This is my favorite book! 

I love to stick my fingers in all the little holes! 

Thankfully, I have free healthcare just in case I get one caught! 

2013

I know, it's 2014, but 2013 was definitely the best year so far. I wouldn't say it was fun or easy, but that's what made it so fantastic. I married a pretty decent looking, successful, caring dude that makes me pee in my pants laughing at 3am on a regular basis. 

I moved to the other side of the world, and although it took about six months to see the light, it's looking pretty bright. It's made me work on myself, and I know I'll look back and appreciate this experience. I discovered that being yourself is the fastest way to a satisfying life, and it's ok if not everyone likes me. 

Most importantly, a better version of Peter and I came into existence, and she makes us realize that sleep really isn't THAT important (although Peter may disagree). 

She's pretty perfect, and has taught me that being present is the only way to live. 

We also survived flying back to San Diego without being yelled at by annoyed passengers on British Airways. 

All in all, 2013 has been a pretty big confidence builder, and a lesson in spirituality, ego and love. Being an adult is pretty cool, and letting go of certain things is even cooler. 

Cheers to Peter surviving and making it to 2014! It was a close one. 

Eating Alone

Mom, back in the early years, used to be really self conscious. She'd make it a point to straighten her hair EVERYDAY in order to make sure it was perfect, she tried to dress cool (and in Europe that's extra daunting), and she'd never, I repeat, NEVER, would think about eating at a restaurant alone. 

Well, I'm happy to report that while I play the park with grandma and grandpa, mom is eating ALONE, with frizzy/curly hair, wearing a (questionably ugly) sweater, comfortable Converse shoes, and is loving every second of it.

Turns out, being yourself really is awesome! Thanks partially to dad for helping with her transformation by telling her her hair looks awesome, and for being gone a lot. 

PS, I know I'm only eight months, but I demand to go on the swings everyday! 

I love trash.

Exhibit A 

Thankfully my dirty diapers are stored in a separate container. 

Also, mom is REALLY sick, so in order to keep me quiet, dad let me play with one of his harmonics. 

Oh mom...

She can be pretty dumb sometimes. I've been sick and super congested, so mom decided to use this nose sucker thing in order to try and help me breathe (while holding me down like a psych patient). Well, after four straight says of sucking out my snot, she caught my cold!! Hahahaha. I hate that stupid thing! Serves her right! And now she's pushing me around the park, when it's like 3 degrees outside, because the doctor said too! She had no clue what she was getting into when she decided to bring me around. 

I will always win. 

I'm sick!

My apologies to my blog fans! With dad in Dallas for the week, I decided to catch my first cold!! It's been very exciting! I don't sleep, stuff keeps coming out of my nose, and I'm coughing. Mom looks horrible because I keep her up ALL night and nap during the day in the park with the grandparents (while she does my laundry at home). 

Things I do when dad is away...

I make big messes.

I eat carpet. 

Mom fished this out of my mouth. 

I try and bite mom when she tries to take my carbs away. 

I kick mom out of the beanbag chair! 

I smush carrots and zucchini between my fingers. 

I walk on my knees...sort of.

And what does dad do when he's away? 

Pretends he's a Navy Seal after buying $300 night vision goggles from Bass Pro. 

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year!! 

Dad is so awesome! He said he hopes aunt Sandra doesn't see his belly in the background and that she sends it to her new boyfriend! Hahaha. 

I'm celebrating by eating cooked pears after sleeping for like 12 hours! Cheers!