
... and some guy named Hugh Jackman. I don't know who he is, but I don't think he's nearly as cool as Elmo. But whatever. Mommy thought people would enjoy this picture.
It's not easy being a little kid. Nope. It's not.

This is me and my Daddy. I wear him out a lot with all my running around. And that's Abby Cadabby next to me. When you squeeze her, she talks. Grampa and Nainie gave her to my for my 2nd birthday. But anyway, this is a nice quiet moment Daddy and I had together. He was tired and needed a tiny nap. I didn't mind if he used me for a pillow.

Science is cool.

What can I say? I'm a smarty-pants.


The part I don't like is when I have to put all of my books back. That isn't so much fun. They can get a little heavy and awkward.
I learn a lot from Jeopardy. Like the Daily Double... whenever that comes on, I yell, "DOUBLE!" and it breaks up the monotony of whatever I'm doing at the moment (like playing with Daddy's Birkenstock shoe.)
Sometimes Mommy won't let me have crunchies and applesauce, and Daddy won't let me play with the remote control. Or Daddy will tell me I can't throw my Little People across the room, or Mommy gets mad when I take my diaper off 'cause I want to air out my tushie. And I'm not allowed to bite off the tips of my crayons.
We were wandering around the Baltimore Aquarium together, and he asked me a question. "Sadie" he said, "What percentage of the Earth is water?" So, I thought about it.
I wonder what it would be like to breathe underwater. I tried to do that when I went swimming last year, and it wasn't such a good idea. But fish breathe underwater, and that's pretty cool. Mommy says I could learn how to Scuba dive and then I could breathe underwater like a fish.
A - Age: 2 years and 2 weeks.
Every little kid who does the Easter Egg Roll on the lawn at the White House gets these souvenir eggs. Mommy knew this year I would just be practicing in the backyard. But now that I'm in-training, I think I will be an Easter Egg Roll champion next year... if we can get tickets.

His name is Brooks, and we've hung out a couple of times. He's really nice, but here's the problem... he lives in Bolivia. Yeah, go get your atlas out and look it up. Bolivia!!!
I wasn't sure if Brooks really liked me, or if he wanted to keep playing on the Mall with me... but then his Mommy told my Mommy who told my Daddy who told me that Brooks was actually a little torn up about it after we said goodbye and he went back to the Metro.
I don't know who came up with the idea of mashing up apples and putting a little cinnamon in them, but WOW! Good idea! I am giving you complete and total kudos. Whenever Mommy or Daddy are near the fridge, I suggest nicely (okay, sometimes not THAT politely) that I would like some of that A-Sauce. I even get so excited about eating applesauce that I turn my shirt inside-out because I know I'm going to town on that little yummy snack! By the end of it, I don't even bother with a spoon.
I LOVE bein' an American! This is me on the steps of the Lincoln Monument. (He's, like, 200 years old this year.) And the spirit just moved me. I thought, "I could've been born anywhere in the world. But I got to be one of those crazy Americans! They are NUTS." So I fit right in.


