When I wake up really early in the morning, I’m talking about 3:30-4:30, Mommy or Daddy takes me to the couch to put me back to sleep. I usually drink some tea first which calms me down then I go back to sleep…sometimes in very awkward positions.
Mommy made up a funny tune for me to eat dinner to. I loved it, maybe too much! I was laughing so much that I wasn’t doing much eating.
Still in the stroller instead of the buggy. I wonder if it is a body order thing. That can’t be it. I bathe everyday and even put baby powder on in the morning. I wonder why I’m always in the stroller.
I’ve grown quite attached to my Stitch doll. Maybe because he is the smallest stuffed animal I have so I kind of baby him. I often give him kisses, but not to other stuffed animals. I don’t mean to play favorites, but he is so small, cute, and kissable. Good morning! *KISS*
I was just doodling on my magna doodle as usual when I accidentally put the magnet down in a way that made it kind of spin on its edge. I thought it was pretty cool so I kept trying to repeat it. I got it to spin really well a couple of times. Another thing learned!
Have you noticed that I don’t ride in the six-seater buggy anymore on our walks? I’ve been meaning to ask my teachers about it. No body told me why I’ve been in the stroller almost every day. I hope it isn’t a social or interactive reason. I’m pretty sure that I play nicely with others and am a good buggy companion. I’m thinking that the reason might have to do with weight distribution. Maybe when I ride in the buggy they have to put an extra body on the opposite side to compensate for the weight. On second thought, if that is a possible reason then maybe I don’t want to know the reason. I’ll just enjoy my stroller rides.
For quite a while now, maybe a couple of months, Daddy has let me press the elevator buttons when we get to school. I think I posted about it briefly before. I’m really good at it now and I can press the buttons accurately and firmly. So I was made the official button presser. Not only do I press the elevator buttons, but I also ring the schools doorbell as well.
Similar to my button presser title, I am also the official light switch switcher. When I’m done with my bath, it is my job to switch off the lights. I do a pretty good job! But come to think of it, the switches in our place are more like buttons than switches. So I’m not really switching switches but more like pressing switches. Either way, I’m good at it.
Just playing with my police car a bit before bath time.
Wow! That’s a pretty nice picture! My teacher just snapped it with an iPhone, but it looks pretty good. It is like a headshot for my model portfolio. Just to let you know, I’m currently not represented by an agency, so let me know if I have that look that you are looking for.
I was going through Daddy’s bag, that’s just something that I do, and I found his tumbler. It smelled different than my mugs do, so I tried to take a sip. There was nothing in it, but I’m pretty sure Daddy uses it for coffee.
It is nice to have a sleeping buddy and it usually makes it easier to fall asleep. But some nights my doggies sleeping buddy can be a bit smothering…which is fine because I put him on my face and find it easier to go to sleep.
We went out to dinner tonight. Everything on the menu looked so good that I had a hard time making a choice. I finally picked out what I wanted to eat only to find out that I wasn’t ordering off the menu and that we had brought my dinner from home. I wish someone had told me that before I made my choice. Oh well, I’m sure I’ll enjoy my dinner either way because of good food and good company!
I had a good dinner and finished it so quickly that I started getting bored and hungry at the restaurant. Luckily we had my songs on Daddy’s phone and Mommy and Daddy had access to the salad bar, so I got a little extra food and some dinner entertainment, to which I swayed along to.
We all had a great dinner and needed some time when we got home to digest all the food. So we took it easy.
I finished my lunch and was trying to hint to Mommy and Daddy that I still wanted more food. The result was bowl-face Mason.
Just knocking a cat down and screaming about it. You know, as we all do from time to time.
