Mommy gives me advice on shopping...

She suggests shopping for Christmas early when there's a sale.

Note to self....

Don't do this.

If you would like to see other video... Mommy posted it on her new blog that she created just for her. She thought my blog was so cool, she decided to try it herself.

In case you haven't heard....

Today is my Mommy's birthday. She's 30-somethin'. In honor of her birthday, I put on this pretty dress and am going to serenade her with a song I learned recently.

*Ahem*

Happy Birthday to you....

Happy Birthday to you....

And here's the big finish.....

Happy Birthdaaaaayyy tooooo Mooooooommmmmmeeeeee!!!!

*Gasp*

Haaapppy

Birthdaaaaay

Tooooooo

Yooooooou!!!

And that's it from me.

Ooooh. Sesame Street is on.

Happy Birthday, Mommy!

Mommy has this rule...

...that I don't need "princess" stuff. Her thinking is that if boys get to be cowboys and astronauts, that they can actually BE those things someday. I will never technically be a princess unless I marry a prince. And even then, what do princesses actually DO all day? It sounds kinda boring. Snow White takes care of 7 short guys. And Sleeping Beauty slept all day. And most of them just play around with animals in a forest. Beauty had to hang out with a Beast with a bad temper, but at least she had a really cool library to distract her from him being a jerk. But I digress....

She wasn't sure how she was going to handle the "Barbie" issue. I don't know who Barbie is, but she's alright, I guess. But Mommy said she was worried that I might only care about my looks rather than the brain in my head. I'm a thinkin' kind of kid. Then she found these.... This is Space Camp Barbie. Mommy said there was an Astronaut Barbie when she was a kid. And she even had a Business Barbie who had a briefcase and everything (including uncomfortable high heels). But because of this Space Camp Barbie, she said she's reconsidering her Barbie views. Right now I could care less. My favorite thing to do is watch Elmo on YouTube. And play with my pretend cell phone and sing certain parts of the Alphabet song. And dance. I really like dancing.

Meditation Moment...

I'm still working on my yoga positions and my breathing.

This picture calms me.

*sigh*

Dear Mom and Dad,

I know that Halloween is an exciting time for you... and it is for me too. Last year, you dressed me up like a ladybug and flew me around to meet people. It was a lot of fun. But I have to say, thank you for not putting me in a pot like this poor kid. I don't think that would've worked for me. I would have tipped it over and climbed out. Plus, since we saw Dr. Sherri yesterday, we noticed that I'm really, really big for my age. I'm almost off the chart. If toddlers had a basketball league, I would be their forward. So, if I had a costume like this one, it would be a very tall sunflower.

But I am excited about this year's costume. And I'm lucky to have a family like ours. We're a lot of fun.

Love,

The Lucky Little Sadiebug

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I've been testing boundaries lately....

This is what I have learned so far...

1. I can stand on the floor, but I can't stand on the coffee table (after I climb up onto it.)

2. I can play with my books, but not with Mommy's and definitely not with Daddy's. Pulling them off the shelf is not a game (but I think it is fun.)

3. I can scream as much as I want to, but it doesn't mean they will respond (but Mommy gives in about 3.7 minutes faster than Daddy... she's my main target when I really want somethin'.)

4. Screaming until I throw up is not good for anyone. I get messy, and the parentals get frustrated. But when I do this, I always make sure that it doesn't land on Owl, Dolly, or Miss Ladybug.

5. I shouldn't lift my shirt up in public even if I want to show off my bellybutton. But no one has really stopped me either, so this one is optional.

6. Smiling always helps me get what I want. This works for the parentals, Nana, and Grandma. But Poppy is a sucker for it every time. I think I might ask him for a pony.

Wow....

This is me when I was born. I remember wondering, "Where the heck am I? And who are these people? They look nice."

They were. You can even see where my nose was a little mashed up from being in Mommy's tummy. We were still at the hospital and Daddy went home to get stuff ready in my nursery 'cuz I arrived a little early. Mommy only had her cell phone, so that's why these are a little fuzzy.


This is me now... (okay, this was taken a few months ago.) I have a little more hair, and it curls a bit. But that's me. Now I get it when Mommy tells me I grow like a really speedy sunflower. I'm pretty big for my age.

Rules of the Playroom --- Toddler Style!

If it's mine it's mine,

if it's yours it's mine,

if I like it is mine,

if I can take it from you it is mine,

if I am playing with something ALL of the pieces are mine,

if I think it is mine it is,

if I saw it first it's mine,

if I had it then put it down it is still mine,

if you had it then you put it down it is now mine,

if it looks like the one I have at home it is mine,

if it is broken...it is yours.

Mommy's bag, which had her wallet in it, was in MY playroom. Under these rules I had every right to take her wallet. And I had every right to have a hissy fit when she took it back. I think I'm going to start a Toddler Rights Association.

Still not sleeping well...

... and Daddy doesn't sing like Andrea Bocelli. *sigh* I'm going to give this video a try. I hope this helps me sleep tonight.

Santa lives at the North Pole...

... but the GREAT PUMPKIN lives here, with his wife and baby pumpkins.

About a month ago, we had visitors....

Miss Dianne and Miss Joanne came to visit from some place that I need an atlas to find. Anyway, we went out to dinner and had a great time with Nana and Poppy. But then I had an imaginary crisis with my blog and had to call my imaginary office. So I whipped out my phone (which is never charged no matter how much I beg Daddy to charge it), and called an important meeting with my imaginary staff.

Mommy told me later that it was a bit rude to do that at the dinner table. She said manners show that we care about people. I'm still new here and am figuring out all of these rules on how to be polite. I sometimes burp and don't say anything afterwards either. I forget sometimes. So I'd like to say to Miss Dianne and Miss Joanne that I promise to never check my cell phone or my future broken Blackberry at the dinner table ever again. And that I hope they visit me again sometime because they were a lot of fun.

I haven't been sleeping well lately....

I don't know why. I just haven't been feeling like going to bed after Jeopardy. I get all floppy and clumsy like I usually do, but then when the parentals put me in my crib and turn off the light, I get a little freaked. So I yell, and the parentals do not look happy. At all. This has been going on for about a week or so. Sometimes I realize I fell asleep, wake up and then I yell again. Usually around 2AM. Mommy hasn't been looking as pretty or perky as she usually is, and Daddy is just downright droopy.

I think I need to start doing a little yoga before bed to calm me down.

Now that it's October...

... it's PUMPKIN TIME! This is from the Canfield Fair and they are serious about their pumpkins. It is no joke. they even dress them up in outfits. Mommy said Ohio is funny that way.

I started to look at all the pumpkins...

One was too big...the other one was too small. One was too fat and the other was too tall.

Then I decided I wanted...... THAT ONE!

After all that pumpkin picking...

I was tired. Not kinda, sorta tired. I was really tired.

I was so tired, I thought this chicken was talking to me.

I even had my picture taken...

...with the GREAT PUMPKIN! Yeah, that one. The famous one from Charlie Brown's pumpkin patch. Linus was totally right about the GREAT PUMPKIN. His vibe is almost as good as Santa's.

I knew it was the Great Pumpkin!

See how the GREAT PUMPKIN's greatness is glowing behind Uncle Bryce? I'm expecting a good haul of candy this year.

After experiencing the greatness...

... of the GREAT PUMPKIN, I was pretty wiped out. If you haven't had a chance to meet the GREAT PUMPKIN, I highly recommend it. I believe it does good things for your karma.

Yeah, I'm a spiritual kid.

Wanna know something funny?

Mommy has tried to knit me a sweater out of yarn several times. Not one of them has fit me. I think it's funny. She doesn't. The one made from this pretty pink and lavendar yarn is WAY too big. She's trying again with a blue one. If she's successful, I'll model it on the blog.

But I'm not getting my hopes up.

Mommy is working on stuff for Inauguration Day...

... so I thought I would post this to entertain her. She likes musicals.