I know I haven't done a photo essay lately...

Mommy and I would like to tell Shutterfly.com that we don't like the changes they've made to their website. So, if it looks like these photos are a little different in size, that's why.

This essay is about my day with Mommy a few weeks ago. Daddy LOVES lacrosse, and wanted to go to the quarterfinals in Annapolis. I got to spend the whole day with Mommy. We don't usually have much alone time together because she has to work and I'm working on my realtor license at Long and Foster. (I have a great time hanging out with the other realtors in Eldersburg. We share marketing tips. I think they should start their own blogs.)

Anyway, the Momster is usually in a good mood unless I'm a little cranky and tired. Then she gets cranky and tired and becomes an EVIL MOMSTER. And no one likes seeing that.
But we had a fun day together.

Mommy said if I put on one of her headbands...

I would get superhero-like brain power! So I put it on... and waited... and waited... and waited.
I don't think it made me any smarter, but I think I look good in headbands. It pulls the hair out of my face.
Go ahead... laugh. It was a joke.

After I tried boosting my brain power...

Mommy and I had a yelling contest.
I won.
Okay, it wasn't a contest. She wanted me to go in the Pack n' Play and stack some blocks and read quietly. I wanted to run around the house and pull more books off the shelves. I won the yelling contest...but I ended up in the Pack n' Play anyway.

Then it was snack time...

Sometimes I don't feel like going in my high chair. I'll just stand there and have a few spoonfuls.

But I knew I could feed myself....

... so I took the spoon and dunked it. Then I flung it at Mommy. It was an accident.
I've mastered this whole walking thing... but now I have to figure out how to feed myself. And it's not easy. I'm going to keep practicing, but I think there will be future oopsies with applesauce, bananas and other yummy foods.

But not peas. I still don't like peas.

I don't know what that stuff was...

... but I wasn't a fan.
The End.

Some kids...

...think the stork dropped them off at the wrong house. Not me. I know I'm supposed to be in this family. Have you seen how many books are in Mommy and Daddy's house? It's, like, a bazillion! They have them in the kitchen, the family room, their bedroom, my room, even in the bathroom! And when I went to Grampa and Nainie's, they had a trazillion!

I know most kids like playing with toys and stuff. But I love books. A lot. Mommy got an instructional manual for how to raise me called What to Expect: The Toddler Years. It's huge. I keep trying to lift it up, but it's really heavy. But I flip through it to see how I can be one step ahead of Mom and Dad.

Koala Bears!

See the similarities?

Animals are funny.

This is me and Daddy playing Koala Bear

It all started at Easter with those little plastic eggs. I thought they were a really cool shape, and then I figured out how to pull them apart. Then, one day, I put it in my mouth like this and saw how Mommy and Daddy thought it was funny. Then I gave one to Daddy to do it too. Whenever I'm down, we use the little plastic eggs to perk me up. And we look like Koala Bears. And Koala Bears are cool.

I'm bouncin' back!!!

Hi y'all! Yeah, I was a bit of a downer yesterday... but I've bounced back and started playing my piano again. Grandma gave it to me for my birthday and I play it every day. I sing along with it too.

AND if you really liked that version of Desperado you can hear the full length version here. And a little Help Me Rhonda too, kid version. Mommy said it made her feel like she was at the Christmas Concert back in 4th grade.

I slept much better last night. I'm glad the thunderstorms, or as I call them the "boom booms", are gone. They don't happen often, but when they do... I feel yucky.

*sigh*

I guess you can tell by now that when I have a *sigh* moment, I'm having a rough time being a kid. I've offically hit what Mommy and Daddy call "Toddlerhood". Last night, it was raining really hard. And I was all out of sorts. So, I wanted to cuddle up with Mommy. Well, that was fine for awhile, then I went back to my crib. But then I still didn't feel good. So I called for Mommy again. And then I threw up on her.

*sigh* Then Daddy took me to the Ducky bathtub so I could wash up. But after a bath, I'm always a bit wired. But I was tired at the same time. So, Mommy cuddled with me again for awhile after she put all my yucky clothes and sheets in the washer. It wasn't how I planned Mommy's Day to go, but when I don't feel well, I spew. I felt a lot better after I spewed, but still... spewing is not fun.

So, I went online and found a song that expressed how I felt. Sure, being a kid has a whole lotta "up" moments... but I get down too just like everyone else. This is a brief clip from the Langley Schools Music Project, 1976-1977. I couldn't find one with the whole song... so sorry it cuts off.

I'll perk up soon... after I cuddle with Edison Jackson Bear, IV for awhile.

Mommy needs a break....

So I'm putting this mellow music video on the blog so she can watch it and chill out whenever she wants. It's my Mommy Day gift to her. And I'll try to play quietly with my blocks for awhile.
Oh.. and the singer is David Tobocman, and this is from his first CD , "I Count to Ten" and Other Very Helpful Songs. The artwork is by a lady named Valerie Walsh, and you can see more of her art here.

A Brief Bipartisan Happy Mother's Day Message!!!!

I plan to be politically active as soon as I can use my words and put them into clear sentences. Happy Mother's Day to all the totally awesome mommies!!!

Wanna see somethin' cool?

Me.
Walkin'.
Awesome!

People ask all the time what babies dream about...

... I tend to ponder some deep thoughts while I'm sleeping. These are my top questions:

What does the Tooth Fairy do with all of those teeth? And how are these teeth supposed to come out?

Does Santa have suits in other colors? Or does he just look good in red?

Should I be a candy store owner or own an apple orchard when I grow up?

What's this stuff growing on the top of my head? Daddy doesn't have it. Neither does Uncle Eric. Or Uncle Bryce. Or Poppy. Or Grampa. And it keeps growing.

Who is older, Abraham Lincoln... or Great-Granddad?

Where's Canada?

Why do peas taste so yucky?

Why don't they have unicorns at the Zoo?

Clearly, I have a lot of questions...

In case you were wondering how my teething was going...

..these are my bottom teeth!

SEE?

It wasn't easy holding this face while Mommy took a picture.

Hiya!

Sorry I haven't blogged in awhile... not much going on in Sadie-land.

I'm working on learning this new song called, "Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes", but so far I can only really do the "Head" part, and sorta the "Shoulder" part. Apparently there's an Eyes, Ears, Mouth and Nose part... and I know where my ears are, but I miss my mouth a lot when I'm eating.

And let me tell you, this walking this is HARD! I do okay when I hold Mom or Dad's hand, but they keep saying I look like a "little drunk adult". The only thing I'm drunk on is applesauce! I love that stuff. You could dunk anything in applesauce and I'll eat it. Maybe even peas.

Anyway, this is a picture of me in my dad's Grateful Dead "Truckin'" hat. Mommy likes it because "Real Kids Wear Orange". I think it has something to do with where she went to college, but I thought an orange was a fruit... and now I'm really confused again.