I'm blogging this from my crib.

I snuck the computer into my crib. I'm being really quiet. I'm not really tired, I'm just pretending so Santa will come. But I found this video on YouTube. I hope you like it. I watched Elmo's Christmas Special last night, and it was awesome!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

WHAT!

Mom clarified the Santa deal. Apparently, I won't be able to see him because I will be asleep. That's the only time he'll come by to drop off presents. So, I looked at Mommy and tried to negotiate.

Like, if I can stay up and meet Santa, I won't cry during Grey's Anatomy. Ever. That's when this picture was taken.

She said. "No deal." I am required to be asleep before Santa will enter the house. It's Santa's Law.

I was not happy after that. I pouted. Then I hopped in my exersaucer and made a lot of noise. I plan to make even more noise when Grey's Anatomy is on.

Santa's Law... *sigh*

But you know...

... I do think Marines are cute. They were there to pick up toys for tots. I'm not quite a tot yet. I'm still a baby.

Then at dinner Dad said they aren't tater tots... they're tater GIANTS. Wait... that doesn't makes sense... I think Dad was joking around with me. I don't think we were talking about the same kind of tots.

Eventually, Poppy made me feel a little better...

... I mean, Santa has a lot to do this time of year... he has reindeer to feed, elves to manage, and a big list of kids that he has to mark naughty or nice. *sigh* And he has to make sure his red suit is dry cleaned, his boots are shined, and he has a wife that probably wants some love and attention. He's got a lot on his plate. Mommy and I might make him some brownies. It's a busy time of the year for him and he could use a snack.

I just want to make somethin' clear...

You know, and I know.... This Is NOT Santa. We both know the real Santa is at the North Pole getting ready for the big night. So... I was not pleased in this photo. I eventually calmed down... and smiled. But still. I know you aren't Santa, buddy.

Don't try to play me like that.

So...Mommy wanted a picture of me in a Santa hat.

She gave this big fuzzy hat to me. And I looked at it. It's big and red and I really didn't think it would fit my head.

Okay, seriously, I knew it wouldn't fit...

... and I looked at Mommy and laughed. I really don't like hats. Dad tries putting baseball hats on my head and I always whip it off with my two hands. He thinks we are joking around because I smile about it... but really, I'm not a hat fan. They itch on my bald little head.

*sigh* But Mommy really wanted a nice picture to show off...

I felt a little silly, but Mommy said everyone would want to see me in a Santa hat.

Whatever...

The hat was kinda big...

... and it kept covering up my eyes. And those fuzzies were ticklish.

Happy Holidays!!!

Mommy said to give everyone my best "Ain't I A Cutie?" look.

This was the best I could do.

Merry Christmas!

And please don't make me wear that silly hat again.

You may be wondering what I'm doing in this picture...

Well, the Ravens aren't having their best year... okay, they kind of stink. But this is me doing my touchdown dance in my Ravens sleeper and hat and purple sock-sneakers. I like watching the games with my stuffed raven. His name is Edgar.

It was Nana's birthday a few weeks ago...

... and I had a card for her. This was the first time I was taking care of sending this card myself.

This is my mini-photo essay.

Pretty Lady helped me pick out the card. Then I put Nana's card in the envelope....

I licked the envelope shut...

... it tasted kinda gross.

And I gave the card to Nana...

... and she really liked it.

I love my exersaucer...

... it makes me think. This is me exploring the colors and numbers and stuff. It also plays music, helps me with my walking skills, and it makes a lot of noise when I jump around. I don't think Fuzzy Face and Pretty Lady like the noise when I jump, but I think noisy stuff is fun.

Someday... when I'm old enough...

I'm going to be in a Christmas Pageant. And I'm going to scream at the top of my lungs, "Hey! Hey! Unto you a child is born! And they're going name him Jesus!!!!" That'll be fun. Pretty Lady said she'll read this book to me when I'm older. She doesn't want me to get any funny ideas.
Right now, I'm into a story about an itsy bitsy spider who is walking up a water spout. Then it rains. Sometimes, I also like hearing the story of a guy named Noah and a bunch of animals. There's a lot of rain in that one too. I have the Little People set with a boat, Noah, zebras, lions, and of course, elephants. I like elephants. They have big ears.

I was trying to give Mommy a hug when she took this picture...

She makes me happy. So does Fuzzy Face. They both think I look like a Cabbage Patch Kid. I don't know what kind of kid that is... I'm just me.

People tell me all the time how much they love my socks...

I have socks that look like little mary janes, and sneakers, and my new ones are little golf shoes. But I think Pretty Lady thinks these are awesome! They are 9 socks and none of them matched. When she found them at Little Miss Matched, she yelled, "This would be awesome when I'm doing Sadie's laundry!" I just think they are really cute.

Everyone keeps pickin' on me and my hair (or lack of...)

... so I put a hat on and decided to play in my exersaucer for awhile. I can't control this hair thing. It's coming in a little thicker, but I'm not like other babies who come out all stylin'. I'm a low-maintenance girl.

But when it does grow... it'll be gorgeous!!!!

With all this teething talk...

... here's a picture of me with a full smile... and four teeth. That fifth one should be coming soon.

It's a different view from up here.

Pretty Lady said that I have become a full homo sapian now that I can stand upright. I just got tired of looking at the ceiling actually. Fuzzy Face pulls me up, and I can do this for a few seconds, then I look at the ceiling again. I think Pretty Lady needs to dust the ceiling fan.

*sigh* Make that FIVE teeth...

I'm teething again, and this next one is making me want to munch on anything I can get my hands on. Including this Halloween card from Grandma. Can someone tell me how many teeth I'm supposed to have? I thought I was done at four.

*sigh*

I'm exactly 8 months old!!!

I had no idea I grew so quickly! This is me when I first came home. Look at how tiny I am. And my bottle is tiny too! And I didn't have teeth back then. I have four now. Two on the bottom and two on top. Pretty Lady looked so yummy yesterday, I bit her. Apparently these teeth are quite the chompers!

I had a great Thanksgiving...

...but I will honestly say... I don't like peas. I tried eating them last week, and, well, I thought they were gross. They are a funny color, an icky texture, and taste gross. I'll drink formula forever before I have peas again. Mom says I might change my mind about this. But I think this picture says it all.

I did try mashed potatoes today. I thought they were going to taste like cereal, but they didn't. I didn't mind them too much. Then Grandma tried to give me ice cream... and it was cold. Really cold. I'm not used to that. Pretty Lady said that I'll NEVER eat peas now that I've had the sweet stuff. But actually, I think I'll just stick to formula and cereal for awhile. Pretty Lady said she's going to try carrots next... but that orange color kinda freaks me out. I'll try them, but I'm not promising anything.

I like to shop online too...

...cause I find cool stuff. I always do this with Pretty Lady since she said there's some "inappropriate things out there". We found these awesome galoshes... but unfortunately they are almost sold out. But I thought they were so cool that I would share them with you. Of course, I'm still working on walking, so I can't use galoshes yet. And I'd buy them anyway for the future, but like I've said before... they don't give babies credit cards.

I like the word "galoshes"... it's fun to say.

Mommy lost most of the baby weight!

This is how she did it:

Fuzzy Face thought it would be funny...

... to take a picture of me while I was sleeping in my bouncer. You see, I really like getting comfy when I'm resting. Especially when I'm wearing my tie-dyed Grateful Dead onesie. I like the bears on it. And I like the colors. They're happy colors. Anyways... this is me sleeping. I'm a little embarrassed that I really let it all hang out. But that's just the way I am.

One of these days, I'll put a picture up of Dad when he's sleeping.

I like doggies.

This is a picture of me meeting Cleo for the first time. She's a Maltese... but really, she a little dog with big fluffy white hair. She's pretty and soft. I had never met anyone quite like her. We got along really well.

Mommy flew to Boston yesterday...

... and I asked her if she wanted to borrow my ladybug wings. She said she had big girl ladybug wings, and they must have worked because she was home in time to put me to bed. I like my wings.

But I also had to go to see Dr. Sherri to get my second flu shot. Fuzzy Face felt a little funny in the waiting room because he was the only one with a fuzzy face. All the other people looked more like Pretty Lady. But Dad was great and he made sure the shot wasn't so scary. I cried for about 5 seconds and then realized it really didn't hurt as much as I thought. And I got a Tweety Bird band-aid. I like Tweety Bird.

Mommy has her dancing youtube clip...

... and I have mine. I like hippos.

Fuzzy Face flew me around all day...

This is me and Dad. He drove me from party to party. He says it's like "Driving Miss Sadie". I don't know what that means. I guess only old people know the movie reference.

Sadiebug!!!!

Remember my soft and yummy pink dress? The one I liked munching on? I felt the same way about this little dress too! Plus, I'm teething, and I have needs.

This is my Halloween costume. I went to a lot of parties, won a bunch of costume contests and was wiped out by the end of the day. I was only disappointed about one little thing... my wings don't actually make me fly. Pretty Lady said it's because I'm baby human, and not a real bug. And that Halloween is just so we can PRETEND. But Fuzzy Face lifted me up so I could feel like I was flying. And that was a lot of fun. I'll try to put up some of those pictures up later.

Finally! A family picture!

Usually Pretty Lady takes a picture of me and Fuzzy Face or Fuzzy Face takes one of me and Pretty Lady. We finally have one with all three of us! Who cares if I forgot to look at the camera? I went for a more ponderous look.

I'm still waitin' for Fuzzy Face...

... to send my totally awesome flying ladybug picture. But until then here are a few from my baptism. That's Minister Mark. We had a special moment together right before he held me up in front of everybody like the monkey does to the lion cub in The Lion King. He would be the monkey, I would be the cub.

People thought it was interesting that I didn't cry during the baptism. Why would I? It was just a little water on my head. Yes, I'm not a big fan of bathtime, but a little water on my noggin' wasn't bad. And during the service they had a bell choir, and it sounded really pretty, so I had no reason to yell. But the sermon made me doze off. Couldn't help it. Mom said it was hereditary.

It's my first Halloween!!!

I'm so excited!!! I have a lot of people to see and I'm going to show off my awesome costume. I'm a ladybug this year! As soon as I have pictures, I'll put them on the blog. Until then, enjoy this baby elephant playing with a pumpkin. If you see me flying around... definitely say hello...

... and don't give me candy. I still can't eat it. My two top teeth are coming in and, boy, do they hurt. Plus... I'm a baby, silly. Babies don't eat candy.

Yaaaayyy for Andrea!!!

About a month ago I wrote about my mom's cousin's wife's niece who was pretty sick and in the hospital. After a bunch of icky doctor stuff, they are finally going home! I bet Andrea's happy she'll be home for Halloween... I know I would. I think they were going to head out of the hospital as soon as Andrea finished her cereal out of her princess bowl.

It took me about seven minutes...

... to figure out how to get out of this pod thing. There are two ways. First, I straighten my legs out and then roll out. OR I lean forward like this and roll out. I think Mom and Dad were impressed with my brilliance and Houdini-like ways, because they both yelled out, "Ahhhhh!!!" at the same time. For the record, I surprised myself and cried a little until they gave me a bottle. About 5 seconds after the bottle hit my lips, I was awesome. (As usual.)

Here's a close-up of my pretty dress.

I kinda liked chewing on it. It looked so soft and yummy, I couldn't help it.

I forgot to mention...

I got baptized!!! That's my dad, my mom, me and Minister Mark. I was paying attention because he was telling me what the rules were to get to heaven. I don't think it will be a problem.

I also got a certificate that says I'm a Christian, but I'm not sure if I'll need it as my ticket to heaven. What if I lose it? I lose lots of things. Most of the time I just throw things out of my stroller just to watch them fly. It's fun.

I hate baths...

... but taking my shirt off is a lot of fun!

Um... I forgot to wish my mommy a happy birthday...

I'm new at this....

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOMMY!!!

Yaaaayyyy!!!!

I don't know a lot about baseball...

... but how did Cleveland lose to the Red Sox? I don't get it.

Me and Fuzzy Face are kinda bummed.

For the record...

...I don't like baths. I didn't like it the first time, I don't like them now. I know I have to take them or I stink like old formula... but still, it's not fun for me. I don't care how many duckies you put in my bath... it doesn't make it any better.

Wow, Mom, You are OLD!!!

Today is my mommy's birthday. Compared to me, she's really old... but to some people, she's really young. I don't think she's too bothered by being another year older. She told me this morning that she was just happy to fit into a pair of pants that she got on sale at Anthropologie. I'm hoping for Fisher Price for my birthday, but whatever rocks your crib.

It's Friday!!!

Me and Daddy get loco on Fridays!!! Fiesta Time!!!!

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I Met Someone FAMOUS!

Fuzzy Face finally uploaded my pictures on Shutterfly... and now I can brag about how I met ABBY CADABBY from Sesame Street!!!!!! She was at the National Book Festival, and so was I and we got together for a few pictures. She didn't say much, but she's pretty and soft. And colorful. She's recently moved onto Sesame Street. She always has her fairy wings and her wand. Someday, I want to grow fairy wings. I was checking out her wand in this picture.

This is my flirty look...

It makes men swoon. They turn into to tubs of jelly. Even the minister who is baptizing me on Sunday thought it was sweet.

Um... can someone tell me what a baptism is? Mom said something about some water and Minister Mark said he was going to lift me up for everyone in the congregation to look at me. It sounds kind of like what they do with the cub in the Lion King. I have to wear a pretty dress since everyone will be looking at me. I hope I don't Dump Truck.

New lingo in the our house...

Mom and Dad have a new language for things that I do now. Here's a couple...

Dancin'!!!: When they hold me up and I try the whole walking thing. I'm not quite there, but I like the feeling of my feet hitting the floor.

Drool Bomb: It's coming out of my mouth and I can't stop it. It usually lands on Mom or Dad's shirt.

Dump Truck: I pooped.

We Got a Stinker!: I pooped really bad.

Faker: They thought I pooped... but I didn't! It was just a fart. Ha Ha!

Time for a baaaathhh....: I stink like old formula.

The Christening of the New Outfit: I spit up on it. Usually about 4 minutes after they put me in it.

The Exorcism: When I spit up with gusto.

Elephant Hunting: When I turn on my changing table to play with the elephants on my wallpaper border. It makes it hard for them to change my diaper, and my tushie gets a chance to air out.

Blind Changing: This is when Dad tries to change my diaper in the middle of the night without disturbing me, but then puts it on weird so there is a "surprise" in the morning.

"The Surprise": I pooped.

Mommy says it takes a real man...

... to wear that outfit.

Hi Cookie!!! You make me laugh!!

Me and Grandma...

This is a picture from Labor Day (again). Fuzzy Face still has the other ones on his camera. But this is me and my grandma. We laugh a lot. When I'm at her house, we listen to Alison Krauss. She has a pretty voice. It makes me nap pretty easily. Lately, I get really antsy before I'm supposed to sleep. I always think I'm going to miss something. And then I make lots of noise. Then I conk out. I think it drives Pretty Lady and Fuzzy Face crazy.

Ohhh... that's why he was mad...

Um, I forgot to mention that Kasia isn't exactly the BEST horn player. She's good, but I think it got on Cade's nerves.

My cousin Cade was having a "moment"...

I'm working on getting a few more recent pictures of me 'cause I keep growing so fast!!!! But this is from the Labor Day weekend when I was in Canfield for the Fair. These are my cousins and some of their friends. Cade wasn't diggin' the Hawaiian shirt at the moment, but he got over it. Kasia is playing the horn, and her sister Zoe is having a laugh. Kate, Isabel and Vivian are all smiling properly in their pretty dresses in the middle. And Grace was getting comfy on the porch in her rockin' yellow shirt. Cade is her little brother. That's me in the lower lefthand corner, hanging out in my car seat. That's Tyler in his car seat flying in on the left.