hug/hold you/catch her

This is me hugging my cat. My mom gave Tuesday to me when her behavior became intolerable. She is an annoying cat but she is very patient with me. Sadie (my dad's cat) is mean but I do a great impression of her . . . high-pitched screech and all. I also do a great impression of Remus barfing up grass.

My cat doesn't really belong on the table and I shouldn't really be standing on a chair trying to catch her. I blame my cat for me having to do something dangerous.

I chase my cat around often offering her a hug. or to hold her. meow.

papa

Here is another photo of me with my baby. For days, I thought it was horribly sexist that she only said "mama" but somehow today she started to say "papa." I take such good care of my baby, as you can see. We walk a lot. She especially enjoys it when I walk her from the bedroom to the living room because we go over a big bump where the bamboo floor meets the tile. BUMP.

I have an exciting morning planned for tomorrow. A policeman, with a real-live police car, will be at storytime. I seldom go to storytime because it is during my naptime (like everything else fun that ever happens) but this has been on my calendar for weeks. I need to get a good night of sleep and wake up at just the right time so my plan doesn't fall apart. I am going to wear my firetruck shirt.

88 degrees?

Today, a few short days into spring, it was 88 degrees. oh the misery. Actually, it is only miserable for everyone else. I will still gladly play outside from sun up to sun down and I don't care how hot it is. I only come inside to break for my nap when I am carted into the house crying in protest.

You know where it is not 88 degrees today? In the northwest, where this photo of gorgeous me, my grandmother, and my dad was taken in January. Speaking of gorgeous, that is my new word; I learned it because I am so gorgeous.

My grandmother has not been feeling well. She needs to get herself all fixed up so she can chase me around next time I visit. I am fast!

Don't tell my grandmother but today I mailed her a very special picture that I drew. She mails me a lot of fun things . . . cards, pictures, stickers etc. It is exciting to check the mail and even better when I get things.

my mom's birthday

I didn't realize that other people celebrated birthdays too. I get so many of them.

On my mom's birthday, I sure was cute. You can probably guess from these two photos that we spent much of the day outside. We got up. Played. Ate some breakfast (all I remember is the Whole Foods zucchini muffins) but I think my mom made smoothies for us but I didn't like it because it had cherries in it. Played outside. Went for a walk. Napped. Woke up. Ate lunch. Played outside. Walked my baby. (I adopted this sweet baby from a little boy who goes to the Waldorf school.) Went to the playground.

My dad went to the playground with us. On the way home, we stopped at the Italian Market to buy a piece of cake but ended up having dinner there. We had pizza with pesto sauce since I describe tomato sauce as scary. The Italian Market was nice. They have little kid-sized tables there and a bocce ball court out back. I didn't sit for long but my mom was able to eat her dinner.

The best part of the day was the Chunky Monkey that we had with the cake.

my bike

This is the bike that I so eagerly anticipated. I call it a firetruck now. It is great fun. Mostly, I get in and out and in and out for hours on end instead of riding it around but that will come in time. It took me many months before I enjoyed my slide and now I love it though it is getting a bit babyish.

Now that daylight savings time has arrived, I can stay outside for even longer each day. I am trying to forget that soon it will be more than 100 degrees every day and that might ruin some of my outdoor fun. I wish it could stay like this all year (70s and 80s).

yoga

Most Thursdays, we attend yoga class. All day yesterday, it was all I could think and talk about. goga goga goga. (goga is what I call it.) Once I got to class yesterday, I was miserable. I didn't want to participate and I just fussed around and kept saying I was ready to go. I would stand by the door and holler "ready." I was even a ringleader for bad behavior for part of the class with the other kids saying "I want to do what the baby is doing" and that amounted to running around like a lunatic and unstacking pillows and pulling various yoga contraptions out of boxes.

I was the child that my mom would have frowned upon before she met me.

At the beginning of each class, we introduce ourselves. I am the most regular attendee at this point. For some reason, all of the kids get hung up on introducing themselves as so-called superheroes. Yesterday, Batman and Spiderman were both in my class. I am fortunate that I was born with a true hero's name.

Rather than going to yoga yesterday, I should have just visited my neighbor Terese. We stopped by her house after yoga and had a grand time in her garden. She sprayed water for me to stomp in with my bare feet. At the end of our visit, I hugged and hugged and hugged her and never wanted to let go. I hope she realizes that I have completely forgiven her for trying to force me to eat from a bottle. In retrospect, we should probably thank her for tormenting me because it was my refusal of the bottle that kept my mom out of the office and working from home.

Here is a photo of me practicing downward dog at home. It is my favorite pose.

happy hour

Today I celebrated my 21 month birthday. I spent the day doing what I love: walking around in my neighborhood and playing in my yard. I filled my little red wagon with leaves and acorns and a pink egg full of ponies and took it around the yard. For good measure, I also tossed in one drum stick. You never know what a boy might need on an adventure.

Happy birthday to me. I have a fun weekend planned. Tomorrow, my mom is taking me to Barnes and Noble to play with the train set. And we will probably visit the playground.

I am really creeping up on 24 months (also known as two years!). Then what?

happy national pancake day

Today we celebrated national pancake day. The holiday arrived just in time as I had eaten through gallons upon gallons of the potato cheddar soup that my mom made on Sunday to last us the week. all gone.

For dinner, my mom made blueberry pancakes (my favorite) and my dad made scrambled eggs with spinach (another favorite). It was the perfect meal to honor such an important holiday.

At the end of every meal, we put our food into a bowl to give to the deer. I saved my last bite of pancakes and announced "deer." Some people frown upon the practice of feeding the deer. When you see them standing outside your window all day every day, they become your friends and you know when the land is too dry to nourish them. We only feed them a healthy vegetarian diet of organic foods. If it is good enough for me, it is good enough for the deer.

Tomorrow is Texas Independence Day. (Who cares?) We have many important days in March, including Big Bird's birthday on March 20; that is also Jensen's birthday and my dad's too. My mom possibly shares her birthday with potato chip day.