I've got my Reindeer Food!

I've got cookies, and a special plate. I've got some milk. I think I have everything ready for Christmas Eve. I was a little worried all of this snow might throw Santa's plans off, but Mommy said that the North Pole has lots of snow, and that Santa and his staff of reindeer are fully prepared for these kinds of situations. She said that Santa always made it to Cleveland, and they get lots and lots of snow all the time.

I've also tried to express my admiration for Rudolph. This is my Post-Modern artistic representation of Rudolph, particularly his lovely red nose.

And in case I don't have a chance to wish you all a Merry, Merry Christmas... I made this video (with Mommy's help).

My Nana is awesome...

because she bought me this hat! I love it! I wear it inside the house, outside, when I got to preschool... it's so cool.

It even came with matching mittens (which I mistakenly took for socks, but Daddy clarified that after I went sliding around the kitchen floor.)

I kind of feel like a candy cane...

On a Candy Cane Scale of 1 to 10...

... measuring my excitement of Santa's visit and the entire holiday season, I'm at about a 15 (gazillion!) I've even eaten all the candy canes that I can reach on the tree. They were yummy!

When Mommy is not amused...

... she gives me this look (on the left). That's when I give her the "You can't be mad at me 'cause I'm so freakin' cute" look (on the right). Usually, it's a stand-off of us looking at each other until someone cracks.

Either way, she wouldn't let me watch a Sesame Street DVD last night because of my crazy antics in the grocery store. What can I say? Those long aisles are BEGGING to be run through with your arms waving wildly! Who cares if I was in the spaghetti sauce aisle?

But when Mommy and I join forces and look at Daddy like this, he knows he's in trouble. Big, big trouble.

DANCE BREAK!!!!

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

I've been branching out with my artwork...

... and experimenting. Around Thanksgiving I was inspired by the Gobble, Gobbleness of the season. So I call this painting: "Turkey."

.... and I love the lovely, yet stalker-like poem, "Mary Had a Little Lamb". This is my interpretation. It is hanging near "Rose Petals" in the Smithsonian (aka, Mommy's cube at work.)

I've Grown Wings!

Well, not really... these are my fairy wings, but for now I'm using them as angel wings for Christmas. Lately, I've had a thing for Christmas Eve on Sesame Street and the song "Keep Christmas With You." It's really old (1978) and Mommy said she and Uncle Eric and Uncle Bryce grew up watching it.

I've even tried to do a little sign language like the other little kids. It's looks easier than it really is. But I do sing along. I have a hard time with the high note though. But really, who doesn't?

At the same time, I must emphasize to Santa that I've been really, really, really good this year. So, I hope he will consider the breakdown of gifts to be like this. That's Mom's stocking, then Dad's.... then mine. I think that's fair.

Leonardo DaVinci vs. Jackson Pollock

Daddy had a "Parent / Teacher Conference" with Miss Amy today. It was their first one. I guess that it is the formal term for Daddy and Amy talkin' about me behind my back. Miss Amy said that I was doing great and sitting longer in "Circle Time" - my feet want to dance sometimes. I communicate well with my peers (Lucie and Jacob are really nice.) But she also said that I don't like to get dirty during fingerpaint time.

She's right. I don't.

Daddy said that was okay. I am more of a Leonardo DaVinci painter than a Jackson Pollock painter. I prefer working with brushes rather than fingers. Here's one of my first experimentations. I call this "Rose Petals". It is currently hanging in my Mommy's cube in the Smithsonian. That's right... the Smithsonian. I aim high.

"What are you doing here?"

Yesterday Nana and I went shopping at Kohl's. We just needed to pick up a few things. But then, right in front of me was my teacher from preschool... MISS AMY!!! I found it very confusing because I thought Miss Amy lived at the preschool. I didn't know she existed outside our playroom. I thought she ate there and slept there and played there. She was always there when I'm there.

Totally blew my mind. First, Mom and Dad weren't always married. Now this. What's next? I've been hearing rumblings that Nana has another name other than Nana. Jeez.

Here's a picture of me and Miss Amy at our Halloween party. She was the Queen of Hearts - and I thought that suited her well.

Mommy wanted Brad Pitt to sing me to sleep...

... but I got this instead. She even wouldn't mind having Sheldon (Jim Parsons) from the Big Bang Theory singing me to sleep.

I won't go to sleep easily until Brad Pitt sings me to sleep. Period.

I was thinking about getting a tutu...

... since I love dancing and jumping to the tune of Final Jeopardy and the opening credits of iCarly. So, I thought, "I'll Google it!"

This is what I found:
It's the 40th Anniversary of Sesame Street. That means Sesame Street is older than my Mom!!! The new season starts on November 10th.


If I could live anywhere in the world, I'd live on Sesame Street. It seems like a nice place, with nice little monsters. We don't have little monsters on my street. And I even like Oscar. He's just misunderstood.

But then I thought... there's more than one Sesame Street. So I did a bit of research. AND Takalani Sesame's Kami is on the South African Google logo! WAY COOL! You can see all the Sesame Streets around the world by clicking here.

Boomba and Chamki are from India.

Ieniemienie is from the Netherlands.

Abigail is from Israel.
And, last but not least Mexico's is Abelardo!

Indonesia decided to stick with Cookie Monster.... one of my favorite monsters.

I was a Little Fancy Fairy for Halloween!!!

And sometimes, the magic is just bursting right out of me!


Okay, in reality, Daddy took a picture with the flash, just as Mommy took a photo with her iPhone. And this was the result. But I do love that awesome glow!

A Word From Sadie:

Did you know my parents had a life before me?

I didn't. I thought everything started when I came on the scene about 2.7 years ago. But apparently, Mommy and Daddy had completely different identities before I was born. They even have codenames - Mommy is Stephanie (it rhymes with Sesame, as in the Street) and Daddy is Charlie. I did not know this. This is opening up a whole new world to me. I've been practicing Daddy's code name. Apparently, I am supposed to use this in case of an emergency.



I thought my parents were ALWAYS together. But apparently that's a myth too. Story on the street is that they got married 5 years ago! Their anniversary is TOMORROW and check out these photos I uncovered.









*Whoa.*










They even had a cake topper that looks like them!

I wonder what else they haven't told me.

I went on a HAYRIDE!!!

Mommy took Thursday and Friday off for her birthday and so she could come with me to playschool for the hayride. She said a lot of her friends thought it was crazy that she would hang out with 12 toddlers, but we were pretty well behaved. Well, until Natalie picked up some hay and we thought it would be fun to throw it around. The video is a little wobbly because the trailer was bumping around, Mommy was holding on to me, and well... I did this...



Here's a still picture of me.

However, I did not see The Great Pumpkin while we were out there. Still workin' on that one.

Sadie the Astronaut....

Mommy sometimes goes over to the National Air and Space Museum for work stuff, and she brings home cool things for me. She bought me Violet the Pilot and Sadie the Air Mail Pilot, and both are very, very good. I highly recommend them.

But I'm thinking of doing bigger and better things. Like, going to space and walking on the moon. A few months ago, Mommy actually met an astronaut named Alan Bean. He was the fourth guy to walk on the moon. He's an artist too, which makes him even more cool. I also think Buzz Aldrin is pretty neat. I like his name.

Buzzzzz.....

An Open Letter to My Parents...

Dear Mommy and Daddy,

You took away my Pack n' Play and I objected. You made me sleep in my bedroom and I didn't like it. I thought I made my feelings clear about this whole sleeping situation. But let my clarify...
IT'S ON!!!

No more sleep for you! The Wild Rumpus started last night at 11:45pm and it will continue every night until I have my Pack n' Play back. I will pee on my sleeping bag if I have too. I will sleep on the couch if I must - but I won't sleep in my big girl bed.

Ernie - my teddy bear seen here, and I will continue to hold your sleeping patterns hostage until you give in to my request.

I'll even crawl into your bed in the middle of the night, kick Daddy to the couch and make myself comfy until you comply. It will continue on weekends and weekdays. This isn't over until I say so.

Sincerely,
(and I do mean SINCERELY,)

Sadie Angelica
P.S.

I am desperate for Mommy's new iPhone. Don't make me steal it.

This is how we do it....

I might have been a little harsh on Daddy's singing on my previous blog entry. It's just that Skin-A-Marinky-Doo is a classic in my opinion, and his interpretation didn't float my boat.

Since I've started preschool, I've learned even more songs. I've always been a fan of the Itsy-Bitsy Spider, but it is much better in a group setting. And the choreography is awesome!

But Mom mentioned this new CD that we are probably going to get called Go Waggaloo! It's by some lady named Sarah Lee Guthrie. Her dad's name is Arlo and her Grandpa's name is Woody. Apparently they are really famous and as Mom put it, "Part of an American Legacy". Whatever. I like their tunes. They sound like a lot of fun. As they put it, they make music that "doesn't make you want to jump out of a mini-van."

This is a photo of Sophie Irion, Sarah Lee's daughter, recording for Smithsonian Folkways. I wonder if Daddy will let me build a recording studio in the basement. I would sing barefoot too.

Finally... a video of ME!!!

Mommy got an iPhone for her birthday and she started taking video of me. This is when we were dropping her off at the train the other day. I had a busy day planned, but then Dad wanted to sing Skidamarinky-doo to me. I love my Daddy, but Mom sings it better. I'm just sayin'.

Anyway, if you watch this video, you'll see how I feel about Daddy's singing. I love the guy, and he's great with lots of other things - like making me laugh, and being patient with me even when I'm not patient with him. But as for his singing...

I want my Pack n' Play back!!!!!

I went to the book exchange yesterday with Daddy and when I came home, it was GONE! I love my Pack n' Play. It's where I sleep. Why do I sleep there? Well, it all started when I'd spew a lot. It was the back-up to my crib. So when Mommy and Daddy would be cleaning up my crib, I would go back to sleep in my Pack n' Play. The added bonus was that I could hear Mom and Dad chit chat while I was going to sleep. It was fun to listen in on their conversations.

But then my crib magically turned into a big girl bed one day. But I didn't want to sleep in that room. I liked being in the family room with Mom and Dad. But Mom kept talking about going to sleep in my big girl bed but I told her, "I says NO!" and I meant it.

Well, then weird stuff started happening. I would go to sleep in my Pack n' Play and magically wake up in my big girl bed. What's up with that? How did I get there? I was confused.

But then, my Pack n' Play totally DISAPPEARED on Sunday! Last night, proving to Mom and Dad that I did NOT want to sleep in my bed.... I slept on the floor. We got my sleeping bag and my Ladybuggie pillow and I slept in front of my big girl bed. Then to make sure Mom and Dad understood how unhappy I was about our current situation, I woke up at Midnight and 3AM and yelled because it was dark and I was NOT. IN. MY. PACK N' PLAY.

Let's see how long they can handle my midnight chaos. I may just crawl into their bed and kick them over and over again.

This is me in my happier days:

I Want a Dog!!!

So I can dress him up in funny clothes. I'd name him Frank.

That's my silly moment of the day. I hope you enjoyed it and made your Monday a little bit more fun.

Love,

The Sadiebug.

This is why I won't sleep in my big girl bed.

Yes, I've had a cold this past week. So I haven't been sleeping well. But that's not why I don't want to sleep in my big girl bed. Mom and Dad might think I'm being silly, and that I'm just "being a toddler". Well, I'm 2 1/2 years old and I know when something is fishy. It's dark in my room and I don't like being alone in there.

So I went online, and did a little bit of research looking for the different kinds of monsters that live under beds. As much as Elmo is an awesome little red monster, I believe the thing under my bed is NOT a cute little red monster. My conclusion is that this is what is under my bed.

I think we need an exterminator or something.

I've been told I'm a Wild Thing...

And Mommy and Daddy don't understand why I'm not all gung-ho about sleeping in my room with my new bed. (Dad turned my crib into a big girl bed over the weekend. But frankly, I wanted to sleep on the floor.)

Here's my reason: Because it's scary!

It's really dark. And there are monsters, and things with lots of arms and legs that are under my bed, and don't get me started with that thing in the closet. I don't even know what that is - but it makes funny noises. But lately Mom reminded me that Elmo is a monster, and so is Zoe and that blue one, Grover. Cookie Monster is just a little kooky around cookies.

So now I'm rethinking this whole "monster" thing. I think it's just a bad stereotype. Now that I think of it, I can be a bit intimidating too. I'm big for my age, and that could be a little scary for some people.

My Week in Six Words...

I Think School is Totally AWESOME!

(This is me on my way to my first day of 2 year old preschool. I met a lot of cool people.)

I have a lot of names to learn...

I like learning people's names. Mommy and Daddy help out a lot. I ask the guy at Wendy's what his name is. And I ask the lady at the bank. And I ask the man at the store. I've met a lot of people this way. I just look at them and say, "Name?" and they tell me. Now I'm going to preschool tomorrow, and my teachers are Miss Penny, Miss Amy, and Miss Pilar. Miss Penny wears cool Converse sneakers like me. There are going to be a lot of other kids and I have to learn their names.

But then I learned that Mommy and Daddy have OTHER names. Apparently, Mommy is known as Stephanie and Daddy is Charlie. I like saying his name. Sometime I just yell it around the house, like Mommy does. "Charlie! Chaaarlie!!!"

And we have last names too!!! This is a bit overwhelming, but I'll get it.

I just want to show off my pretty pink shoes...

This is me and my Mommy at Miss Mindy's wedding. I went for a girly pink ballerina look.




When it was time for me to go down the aisle as a "Blessing", I brought Zoe to help make me be brave. There were a lot of people looking at me.


But y'know, I really love Zoe's style. She knows how to rock the tutu.

We couldn't make it to the Hootenanny this year...

... which was a bummer. Since we can't be there, I thought I would share some picture of me and my Grandma.

We always spend time together each week. And she reads Old Hat, New Hat to me and we munch on some yogurt. She also teaches me manners, like to sit at the table, say "Please" and "Thank You", and how to put my toys away.

Even though we couldn't make it to Canfield this year, she wanted me to tell everyone else that we say "Hi!" and to eat a Corn Dog for each of us. You might be pretty full after all of those Corn Dogs. And don't forget to say hi to the Great Pumpkin!

Here are my pictures from last year's Hootenanny.

I WANT A PONY!!!

But Mommy said I'm not old enough. So I got this instead. A virtual fishtank.

Thanks. (Insert smarty-pants look here.)





Apparently, you can feed them by clicking on it. Yeah. It's not the same as a pony.

Wheeee!!!

I like the ups AND downs.

It's a Sale until August 30!!!

Click on the banner and when you are done shopping enter TWENTY in the checkout section. You can do this until August 30th!

Mommy and Daddy love selling books, and I try to help as their online marketing expert. For the record... this is one of my favorites: And you can get it here.

The National Book Festival is Coming!!!!

I'm so excited! I love books and I've gone every single year since I was born. This will be my third! The Library of Congress organizes it, and from what I've heard their library is humungous!!! I think Daddy wants to have a collection that big, but Mommy keeps saying our house isn't big enough. As long as there is enough room for my toys and my books, I don't mind.

This year's National Book Festival is September 26, 2009 on the National Mall in Washington, DC. A bunch of authors and librarians get together and they talk about books. Daddy gets all excited about getting free info about new books just published, but Mommy seems super excited about some lady named Judy Blume. I also noticed some guy named David Shannon is going to be there. He did the illustrations for my How I Became a Pirate book. I like pirates. I think they are just misunderstood. It's on my short list of what I want to be when I grow up.

Here's a picture from my first National Book Festival way back in 2007. You can tell I was having a great time. It was also the first time I met Abby Cadabby in person!!! She was really nice. And her dress is really pretty.


But I'm excited that Mo Willems will be there. He writes books for kids like me. I keep hoping Santa will give me Knuffle Bunny: A Cautionary Tale and Knuffle Bunny Too: A Case of Mistaken Identity. Word around Toddlerville is that they are really, really good. And it teaches you not to leave your Abby Cadabby in weird places... like the bookstore. Like I did a few weekends ago. Luckily, Daddy found her and we were reunited.

I LOVE NEW YORK!!!

Like the Nightlife? Like to Boogie?

Times are tough...

So I got myself a summer job. I'm waitressing at "Sadie's Diner". It's a lot of work, but I think people have been happy with the food.
First, I ask people what they want. Mommy usually wants pizza. Sometimes she asks for weird toppings. She'll say, "Do you have pineapple?" Sometimes I say yes and sometimes I say no. It depends on the shipment. Freshness counts.

Then I go over to the kitchen, put some pepperoni and chesse on the dough, put it in the oven until it's done.

Then I hand it over. I try to smile, but it's really hot in the kitchen.

When she's all done eating, I ask, "All Done?" and take her plate away. Then I realize it's one more dish to clean. *sigh*



Then I do the math on the bill. Add it all together. Carry the one.... and.... then I hand the bill to her.

I don't like it when she stiffs me on the tip.