Home Movies

Last week, Thatcher and I watched a movie together. Of course, it was Cars. Just wait until I get to pick it out! I wonder how Thatcher will like Princess and Fairy movies. Anyhow, I didn't really watch it, but it was fun having cheese puffs and a cup of water in front of the TV for a few minutes. By the way, I am REALLY in to having a cup of water these days. If I see mommy getting a cup for Thatcher, she better be getting one for me, too, or else. I also am totally in to talking on the phone. Oh, and walking...don't let me forget that. I took my first step on Friday. I'm still wobbly and don't go more than one step, but I'll get the hang of it real soon, I'm sure.

Nothin' for Christmas

If the song is true, I'm definitely "gettin' nothin' for Christmas." Mom says I am possessed by the ghost of Christmas Naughty. This morning, mom made a coconut cake to give to the Webers for Christmas. It was a triple-layer masterpiece. Just as she finished icing it and putting the coconut on, Hadley started complaining that it was time for her morning nap. Mom put the cake in the middle of the kitchen island out of my reach (or so she thought). Five minutes later, she came downstairs to this:

Can you see where I just dove in with both hands? Hands make great cake excavators. It's a wonder I'm still alive (but mom says there are no guarantees that I will be come Christmas morning).

PS - When she iced the second cake and had to leave the room, she put it on top of the china cabinet to be extra safe.

PPS - When I talked to Gran this afternoon, I told her, "Gran, come my house. Made you a cake. I ruined it."

Breakfast With Santa

No one ever told me how busy the Christmas season would be! A couple weeks ago, we went to the Club to have Breakfast with Santa. It was so much fun! We headed there right after church, so I was all dolled up in my Christmas finery. I'm glad Advent lasts awhile so I can wear all of my Christmas dresses. Anyhow, instead of the usual omelet bar and waffles, there was a breakfast buffet spread. I'm a pretty big carnivore, so mommy got me the closest thing to meat she could find: a plate of scrambled eggs. I just devoured them - two plates, to be precise!

The whole point of the Breakfast with Santa, of course, was to meet the big guy. You probably remember that Thatcher was not really a big fan of the man in red the first couple of times he met him, so mommy and daddy were a little nervous. I, on the other hand, thought he would be a great cuddler, so I snuggled right up. Maybe he'll remember how cuddly I am when he visits my house on Christmas Eve.

Things I Say in the Car

1. "Go, mom."
2. "Look, mom, ex-ca-ba-tor!"
3. "Fire Truck, mom!"
4. "Lellow light, slow down."
5. "Go, honey."
6. "Slow down, mom."
7. "Hadwee sweepin'."
8. "Need band-aid, mom."
9. "Go Tar(g)et, wook Thomas, not buy it."
10. "Dinky Doo Spe-al Milk, Waaaht Eee-aay-go, Feed Hadwee." (This translates into "Drink Dinky Doo Special Milk, Watch Diego, Feed Hadley," and it is what I say every time we get in the car after preschool.

Housework

Tonight as daddy was tucking me in, I heard the vacuum come on. I piped up and said, "Cleaning ladies are here!" Dad says that sometimes mommy actually runs the vacuum, but I'm not sure I believe him.

The Creation of a Monster

This is how it started. I got sick when Granddaddy came to visit. At first, mommy and daddy thought I might be teething, but they were wrong. I was just sick. The fever I was rocking meant the only thing I wanted to do was be held. Granddaddy was all too happy to oblige. We became real tight, Granddaddy and I. He's a total sucker and will hold me any time I crawl over to him and try to climb up his legs (which is pretty much anytime he wasn't already holding me).

By the time I reached Kentucky, I was feeling much better, but I had rather gotten used to this holding thing. Here I am using the "I'm not used to sleeping in a strange place, so will you please hold me, Gran" tactic. As you can see, it worked pretty well.

Here is the "Nana, you look like you're a little cold and could use a snuggle from me" ploy. I think she's got my number, but she didn't seem to mind too much.

Now, mommy and daddy are trying to "Ferberize" me, which consists of letting me soothe myself to sleep. It stinks. Mommy puts me in my bed while I'm groggy but makes me fall asleep on my own. She comes back in every 5-10 minutes to comfort me, but she WILL NOT pick me up, which really ticks me off. Last night, I lasted 30 minutes before nodding off on my own. Supposedly, it will take less time each day. I don't know if this Ferber guy realizes how stubborn I can be.