Head, knees, toes, shoulders...wait?

I'll just jump instead...

Geb up!

The last few days this is how I've woken up...

Me: Mama....mama...(hit mom in the face with any stuffed animal I can find in my proximity.)

Mom: What? 

Me: Geb up....

Mom: I will if you say it right.

Me: GeT UP.

(Mom ignores me.)

Me: GET UP! 

(Mom groans.)

Me: Cacao...make it...geT up. 

(Push/roll mom forcefully out of bed.) 

(Dad laughs...I get my way.)

Destruction continued...

I decided that the living room wasn't the best place to inconvenience the parents. The kitchen is FAR more annoying. 

But I did clean it up...because I'd rather unpack all my animals AND watch Five Little Monkeys. 

A new level of destruction.

This is what happens when mom is feeling fat and lazy (read: huge and pregnant). She has no drive to clean up after me! 

Needless to say, I had a spectacular day which also included a tastey candy bar dad brought home from one of his trips. 

I love chocolate and my toys...

I love them even more when I combine the two. 

I don't think so.

Mom and dad started putting my old crib together for this new "baba" they keep talking about...who I've named Pommegrante, since they can't decide on a real name.

I demanded to "lay down," and almost fell asleep...after almost two years of REFUSING to sleep in a crib. 

Aniston-45,578, Parents-0

My new motor bike!

I'm pretty sure this will work in the desert too, but I'll have to ask my aunt Krystle. 

Move over boys! 

Again!!!!

Indoor activities.

Mom read somewhere that giving me a bucket of water and some utensils may keep me occupied for a few minutes! It worked for about 20!

And then she had a big mess to clean up. Genius.

It's official.

Mom has crossed over from single party goer to a stay-at-home mom. She made homemade yogurt. This is what adulthood looks like friends! Beware, it creeps up on you!!! 

Gigi is even getting in on it!!!

It's soooo much better than store bought yogurt!! 

And then I demanded cookies...

Mom is getting better slowly! 

Ick...

After a night of getting sick everywhere (namely on a new down pillow), I slept a full nine hours and feel much better (so far). This is evidenced by strutting around in a Padres hat and showing off my pockets. 

I also ate a banana with some honey and Nutella...on the couch...which mom now also has to clean. 

I'm a bag lady...

And I may or may not have schizophrenia.

Why are you looking at my funny?! 

Dad Fail #9745.

Dad went out for some much needed socializing last night. Amidst his chatting and lite beer drinking, a young gentleman approached him with an outstanding proposition. Used WRANGLER biker boots for 8,000ft. He JUMPED on this amazing dollar store deal! That's $29, for all that wonder. 

Mom wasn't exactly happy about this purchase (due to her new excitement of budgeting for a new sister), but feels everyone is entitled to make a fashion/financial mistake once every ten years.

As punishment, dad had to give the boots to me (which is pretty sweet), and mom is making him cook lunch and dinner from cupboard scraps to make up for the loss in revenue. 

Protein overload.

Dad is on a 1800 calorie a day diet, and trust me, he tries to make it to exactly 1800.  Not today!

I not only ate my egg, I decided to eat his as well. He wasn't too happy about it. 

More, please! 

Casualties of Spring.

I decided to take the dead one back to grandma and grandpa's house to see if I could operate. I'm a humanitarian at heart. 

This morning, I took my own trip to the doctor to get my 18-month shots, two months behind (my parents tend to procrastinate). 

I do NOT like him, and the minute I even sense his presence, I get really uneasy. Thankfully, the shots weren't so bad, plus the parents distraced me with chocolate and the promise of going on the swings. They held up their end of the deal. 

I also discovered my pockets! I was really proud of my new discovery! 

My terribly rough day.

Mom needed to get some cleaning done, so she gave me a snack and told me to go "find something to do" for the next 15 minutes. I did just that.

I discreetly grabbed her iPad, found a fun/colorful game, ate some pomegranate (my absolute favorite fruit) and passed out in about two minutes. Mom actually had 2.5 hours to clean...although you can't tell. You're welcome!!! 

Introducing...

My twin sister...

Who isn't exactly my twin because she was "blessed" with dad's ears. Poor soul.

And according to the parents, she seems much more mellow and cooperative, which I think will play out in my favor. Cheers, sissy!

 

My new hobby...making documentary films.

Finally!

After my week long sickness (fever and beautiful head to toe body rash), I'm feeling much better. 

Although you can't tell by this picture. 

I'm playing with my 80th baba, courtesy of Aunt Sandra.

And purused a book store at the mall today.

Although mom doesn't want to admit this, she said it was nice when I was sick. I slept most of the day and didn't want to eat. Minus the general discomfort I experienced, mom thought it was a calm and relaxing three days. Don't judge her!

But now I'm back full force and ready to take on my next illness from nursery! Maybe, if mom ever lets me go.