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Birthdays!!!

My Grampa and Nainie are visiting from Savannah for my big day, so I might not be able to do stuff on the blog. But I also wanted to wish Miss Cathy a big awesome birthday because hers is the day after mine.

But she's old, like Mommy.

I have no idea what a birthday is...

... and apparently mine is TOMORROW!!!

I don't know what to do. They didn't give me a booklet on this when I left the hospital!!!

I was starting to panic, so I picked up Mommy's cell phone and called my peeps to see what they knew.

So, I called Gavin...

... and he lives in New York City. While we were talking on speaker phone, he asked me if I liked my I Love New York onesie and I told him I did. He's very proud to live in New York. Anyway, I asked him what I was supposed to do for this whole first birthday thing and he said he had no idea because we're the same age. He's new to all of this too. I asked him if anything would be different since he's from the Tohono O'odham tribe and he said he thought this presents and cake is a universal thing.

So, I texted Maryn, and she texted me back:

Hi S....Can't talk. Mom's about to feed me. What's a B-Day? Luv, M

So, she wasn't much help either. But she's only 3 months old.

This is Gavin...

He's really nice.

Then I thought, "HEY! My cousin Vivian is exactly one year older than me... maybe she would know." So I texted her...

So Vivian texts me, and writes:

Hi Sadie... since I'm exactly one year older than U, I can tell U from experience that b-days are rockin' cool! Everyone buys you toys, cupcakes and sings to U.
Just hang out and have fun. And smile lots. The grandparents luv that stuff!
Luv,
V

Awesome!

So, all I have to do is hang out, be me and have a good time? That's so cool. This birthday thing is pretty neat.

Well, I'm glad that's taken care of...

Now I have to figure out how to get this cell phone back in Mommy's purse without her noticing I "borrowed" it.

So Mommy was telling me there is an Easter Bunny...

I was new last Easter. I was only about 2 weeks old, and I was still really wiped out from the trip, so the Easter Bunny left me Lucy the Lamb and skipped the basket since I wasn't up for it. But this year is the big year the Easter Bunny will swing by with some goodies. But I was a little confused. I might have misheard but the way I understood it was:

There is a big bunny named Easter who lays eggs made of chocolate and hides them, but he only does this when Jesus comes to town which isn't very often. Jesus loves playing hide and seek, and hid in a cave. Then there are a bunch of people named "dis-eye-pals" and they are looking for Jesus because he was hiding. But only two of his pals found them and won the game, and just out of coincidence they were both named Mary, which is where the poem Mary Had a Little Lamb originated.

They were really happy to find him because they had been looking since Friday and they didn't find him until Sunday. And they all were so happy they said, "GOOD! We finally found you, Jesus! We've been at this since Friday!" They must have been really strong because then they had to roll a huge rock away from the cave where Jesus was hiding and pushed it down a hill. Then his "pals" celebrate by throwing jelly beans at each other while dancing around pole to celebrate Spring. And that's why we go to church on Easter Sunday.

But that's how I heard it.

I thought I would take a picture of myself...

so the Easter Bunny would know who I am since I'm new on the Easter Bunny route. I think it came out pretty good since it's a self-portrait.

Ya wanna hear a joke???

Where does the lamb get his haircut?

Ready? Really?

At the BAH-BAH shop!!!!

Thank You! Thank You! You are far too kind!

You've been a great audience! I'll be here all weekend, and have a great Easter. And don't forget to tip your mommy. They work hard. So do daddies.

Peace out!

Oh Boy! Oh Boy! Oh Boy!

There was a baby elephant born at the Baltimore Zoo yesterday!!! It's the first elephant birth in the zoo's 132-year history. Oh, and the baby elephant is a boy and weighs 290 lbs. When I was born I was only 6 lbs 12 oz.

Is it just a coincidence he was born one week from my 1st birthday? I think not.

Mommy, Daddy and I have a standing tradition.

7:00pm is Jeopardy time. Even when Mommy has to travel up to Boston, she tries to be back for Jeopardy. We sit and we yell answers at the TV. My answers come out a little funny 'cause I'm still working on this talking thing. But I know I've got the answers.

Daddy is really good at the music questions. Mom does okay with some of the history questions, but usually surprises Daddy with stuff where the answer is something weird like "Jabberwocky".

I don't know about the others...

.. but I'm definitely smarter than this guy.

They had good topics on that day...

and I knew some of the answers. Some of them were really hard. But more than anything, I love to sit and listen to the music for Final Jeopardy. Mommy says it's the only time I sit still.

What can I say? I like the tune. You can sing the alphabet to it. Really, try it sometime.

But I gotta say...

I kinda think Alex Trebek is a tool.

What is....

BLOODY MARY!!!

I love this show.
But then after Final Jeopardy, I have to go to bed. And that stinks.

That's what I would do...

...if a monster got in my way.

Duh.

Remember when Mommy and Daddy went to NYC?

Well, they went to New York City and all I got was this onesie.

I wanted a pony. Oh well.

I'm a fan...

I hope I'm like her when I grow up. She's really good!!!!

I was playing with my ball the other day...

while Mommy was watching the news. And she said, "Wow, it would be pretty cool to have a female President of the United States. Did you know we've never had a woman president, Sadie?"

Um, no.

Look, I know I'm new here. But there MUST have been a female president at some time in our history. We've been around for, like, a bazillion years.

So, I thought I would just double check. Just in case Mommy was wrong.

So the next day I crawled over to the bookshelves...

... and started my research. Mommy had to be wrong. I mean, of course there was a woman President of the United States. Duh... there are woman doctors, and woman teachers, woman superheroes, and woman accountants.

I don't know what I'm going to be when I grow up... but I was considering politics. I'm a people person.

I started pulling books off the shelves...

and kept lookin'. I liked doing research. It was fun. And I needed a break from the ball popper.

I kept reading...

...thinking there HAD to be a woman president at some point. I mean, how long have we been a country? A long, long, long time... according to what I was reading.

The next day, I even checked in Mommy's "Crafty Section"...

But nope, nothing that said a woman has been President.

But I did find a nice pattern for a baby poncho.

And the day after that, I looked again...

... but I think Mommy is right. There hasn't been a woman President of the United States.

And that kinda stinks.

Biographies in 6 words!

There's a new book out called Not Quite What I Was Planning: Six-Word Memoirs by Writers Famous and Obscure. They made a little video to promote it. It's neat.

What would your 6 word biography be?

Mine would say: "I'm new here. Please be patient."

Click on comments and tell me what yours would be...

I love my ball popper...

My ball popper is the new exersaucer (which is SO last month!) I like playing with the colorful balls because they are pretty colors and fit perfectly in my hands. They aren't too big and they aren't too small. Yeah, they pop out of the little tube, which is kinda cool, but I like chasing after them and then holding on to them.

Sometimes they pop out a little too fast and I can't handle all of them. I don't have enough hands. Mommy says she can relate having all those balls up in the air. Does she have her own ball popper? Is it more Mommy-sized?

This is me playing author...

I pretend that I wrote a book, and I'm in a bookstore at a booksigning. Dad comes up to me and says, "Hi Miss Sadie, I'm such a huge fan!!! Can you sign my book?"

Then I open the book...

And I pretend to sign it. Sometimes, I'm in such a rush, I sign it upside down. Oh well.

And then I hand the book over...

... and smile and thank him for reading.

It's a fun game. And it gives me something to do after I pull all of the books off of the shelves.