Can someone please get him a record deal?

We can market it as "baby music" and sell it on iTunes. 

http://youtu.be/Ba88IL39e9Q

It works every time! 

Snoring.

That's what I'm doing as mom types this and posts pictures. Eating all day makes me tired, what can I say! 

'I love mommy,' as long as she feeds me the second I ask...otherwise, I scream at mommy. 

Waving hello to my peeps! 

Sleeping on my favorite pillow, that three minutes later, I pooped on. I win. 

I catch flys in my mouth on occasion for extra money. 

My gas face. The double chin comes out when I push. 

Let's rethink this...

We could be in San Diego...

Granted we'd be paying for health insurance. 

But instead we're here...

Attempting to avoid getting swept away by the Danube. Those would indeed be traffic lights. 

Learning is for babies.

So mom woke dad and I up early today so we could go to this English speaking newborn class in Buda. I wasn't particularly fond of waking up that early, considering I spent most of the night just hanging out and kicking mom right where her c-section scar is. Hahaha. It's like the most fun game ever! I kick, she wraps a blanket around my feet, I kick her harder, then she puts a pillow in between us. Then, after she's been a sleep awhile, I wiggle my way under that too and REALLY get her! Entertainment for hours...who needs dumb shiny toys?!

So the class was great! The lady who leads the class, Réka, picked me up and held me! I fell asleep immediately, and since she was so nice, I chose not to spit up on her. As for mom, ha! When she took over, I spit a good two ounces all over her newly washed sweater. I told her not to eat dairy! I think she learned her lesson. 

The class was funny (when I was awake long enough to hear anything). Dad kept cracking jokes, trying to make everyone laugh...which worked...most of the time. There were people from Canada, Serbia, Azerbaijan, a Mexican, and two other Americans.  Dad can be really inappropriate sometimes. So much so that mom has to back him up with explanations or to tell people he's joking. She needs to lighten up! 

I did not choose the thug life, it chose me.

Dad picked up my passport and birth certificate today, after having to explain to the guard why I could not provide him written permission to do so. Ain't nobody got time fo that! 

Dad said I wasn't supposed to smile in the picture if I was a true Hungarian. Plus I'm missing a few teeth. 

Now I just have to convince mom to take the big trip home to San Diego. I swear on the bible I'll be cute and quiet the whole way! (Does it matter that I'm agnostic?) Oh well! 

Videos of Miss Aniston.

If you click on the links below, you'll find a few videos of Her Highness, Miss Popcorn. 

http://youtu.be/aNmUEOsrU8E

http://youtu.be/QboibGSxWjQ

http://youtu.be/EuLiJ70rw9s

I like water!

My favorite part of the day, aside from eating 15 times in a 24 hour period, is bath time!! Dad is really good at making the water the perfect temperature, although sometimes he jokes about cooking me. I'm not sure if I should trust him. Plus he has a tattoo, which already makes him a shady character. 

I get to float around for like 5 minutes and it's awesome. For a short time, I forget how crazy the world is and get to reminisce about my life before seeing the light. Ugh, growing up is rough.