This is what I'm hoping...

Maybe if I post a really, really cute picture of me on the carousel that Nana took a few months ago, Mommy and Daddy will take me to the Columbia Mall this weekend for a ride and an ice cream cone. Think it will work?

Friday = Grandma Day!

Every Friday I go over to my Grandma's for about an hour. We have a good mellow time. She has ALS, so I stay chilled out just for her. Like, Bob Marley mellow. I sometimes will even help change my own diaper to make it easier for her. I don't do that for anyone else. She likes to say that she look fabulous sitting down, but not so good when she stands up. I think she looks awesome all of the time. She uses walker with wheels to get around, and it has a little seat on it for when she needs to rest. I, however, find this to be a great opportunity to hop up on the seat and take a ride. We laugh and sing a lot together. She's totally cool.

I stayed up late to watch the Spelling Bee!!!

Okay, Mommy and Daddy didn't WANT me to stay up, but I have a tendency of yelling, screaming and getting my way. They figured that of all things for me to watch, the Spelling Bee wasn't a bad thing. And I practiced my letters... R. S. T. U....

This guy was my favorite. His name is Kennyi Aouad and he's from Indiana (by way of Kenya). He had a lot of personality and gave this look when he spelled his word wrong.

But this is Kavya Shivashankar, and she's from Kansas. This was her fourth Spelling Bee! And this time she won by spelling the word: "Laodicean," which is a proper adjective that means lukewarm or indifferent in religion or politics.

I could've spelled that. Maybe.

I struggled with this too....

Doctors said I wouldn't walk until I was a year old too. It was a struggle. I wibbled, I wobbled, and I fell down. But I kept getting up. I eventually crawled, and then one day I walked. It was an incredible moment. Like Sophie... I triumphed over adversity.


Wait... Mommy just told me that all babies have this issue. Really? Oh. And thanks Thingamababy for highlighting this video on your blog.

I've visited my new preschool...

...and I'll be starting next fall. I'm really excited! Eventually, I think school will be like this.



This is Doozer School and this picture is from a 1984 Fraggle Rock calendar. The illustrations are by a guy named Bruce McNally. That means this is a really old picture. My mommy was 8 years old when this came out. See? Old.

I think Doozers are totally cool.

I still love Abby Cadabby....

But lately, I've been fascinated by Rosita. Her full name is Rosita, la Monstrua de las Cuevas (Rosita, the Monster of the Caves) and she speaks English AND Spanish. She's really smart. I also wanted to highlight her this weekend because her dad, Ricardo, is in a wheelchair because of something that happened while he was in the military. Mommy says that is why we think of brave soldiers on Memorial Day weekend. I'm gonna think of Mr. Ricardo when I'm munching on my burger and fries this weekend.

So now when I'm watching Sesame Street, I like to point her out and say "Rosita!" She hangs out with Zoe and Prairie Dawn a lot. I like Rosita because she's a pretty blue color and a girl, like me. And being a girl is awesome!

For the record, Mommy and Daddy don't give me juice boxes because they are terrified of what I might do with it. But I could drink a whole one in 30 seconds flat if I really wanted to.

Mrs. Obama!!!

This blog is brought to you by the letter S and the number 5.

I have a feeling...

...I am destined to have curly hair. That's my Mommy and my Grandma, and both of them have super crazy curly hair. I don't have a lot of hair (it's taking it's time coming in), but what I do have is pretty curly.

This was taken on Mother's Day. I was pretty tired after meeting Mrs. Phelps, so I really just wanted to plop over into Mommy's lap and sleep.

My plans for this summer:

1. Get a kiddie pool for the backyard.
2. Give potty training a try.
3. Eat a slushie.
4. Dance to Beach Boys music.
5. Go to the Zoo and see baby elephants.

Dear Mr. Phelps,

I knew our paths would cross someday!!! I know you were really, really busy, but it was awesome that you showed up at your mom's booksigning in Ellicott City for her book A Mother For All Seasons. I'll have to admit, I got a little excited. Okay, I was a bit kooky. I was the 2 year old yelling in the background when your mom was talking about what it was like to write her book. Then you came out and everyone was really surprised. There was a collective *GASP* from the crowd. But I guess you are used to that.

But then we had to wait in line to meet your mom and your sister, Hilary. Do you know what it is like for a two year old to wait in line? It's hard. And boring. And I didn't have any toys to play with, so I played with Mommy's cell phone.

We finally got to the front of the line and your Mommy wrote "To The Joynes Family, Love the Phelps Family". Your sister Hilary really liked my name. I got a little shy at that point. I mean, I like her name too. It's pretty.

Mr. Phelps... it was nice that you stopped by the bookstore. I think your Mommy really appreciated it. And by the way, your Mommy is really nice. I like her. And I hope she had a great Mother's Day.

Love, Sadie Angelica

P.S. When can we start swimming lessons? I'm planning on having a kiddie pool in my backyard this summer.

Mother's Day is coming up...

... and finally the world will understand just how awesome my Mommy really is. I have a pretty cool Daddy too.

This is a painting my Mommy has hanging in her office. Okay, it's really a copy of a painting. This is The Mirror by Robert Reid. I like going to see her for a lunch break so I can see the pretty lady in the picture. She works hard in her office all day and then I see her after she gets off of the train. Then I yell, "Train! Choo-choo!" It's a ritual we have.

My thoughts on the Easter Bunny:

I had never met the Easter Bunny before this year. We have lots of bunnies in our backyard and I always wave to them each morning and say "Hi!!!" They are brown and I've noticed they've multiplied from one bunny to three bunnies. I don't know how they did that, but when I asked Mommy about it, she said, "It's magic."
So, anyway, we went out for brunch on Easter Sunday. And there I was, eating my eggs and fruit when this GIGANTIC bunny comes up behind me and tries to give me candy. I mean, not like a cute little bunny from my backyard. It was HUMUNGOUS!!!
So, I thought about it while sipping my "Bunny Juice" and wondered if anyone else saw this ridiculously huge bunny and if he tried to give THEM candy. But everyone kept acting like everything was normal.
Now I'm wondering if I made up the whole thing in my imagination. It was weird. I mean, if the Easter Bunny left me a basket and hid those eggs, why would he show up to brunch? And why would he give me MORE candy when I'm eating eggs for breakfast? And how did the Easter Bunny become so big in the first place? And where did he get that yellow bowtie he was wearing? Is there a shop for ridiculously humungous bunnies? This just goes along with all of that confusion I had about Easter from last year. Easter is a weird holiday. Christmas, I understand. A mommy, a daddy, a baby, and a lot of presents brought by a big fat man with a white beard. But this Easter thing is hard to wrap my head around.

Can someone explain why I look for eggs on Easter?

This is me with my Easter Basket left by Mr. E. Bunny.

First I examined my goodies and then my parents said there were eggs in the backyard that I had to find. I guess Mr. Bunny dropped a few on his rounds. I got dressed and we headed outside to look for more eggs.

First I found the Blue One. That was pretty easy, and I eventually had no problems finding all of them.

I did knock over my basket once. There were a lot of eggs.

But I couldn't find the Pink One. I kept lookin' and lookin'. I looked in the flowers, in the bushes, on the grass, under the stairs...

I felt a little silly when I found it right behind me. *sigh*

Me and Uncle Eric like to play with the cell phone camera...

This is a good one from when he visited for my 2nd birthday. He's STILL in the Army. They were supposed to let him out last month, but there was something called Stop-Loss and now he'll be in the Army until sometime in 2010. When Mommy tried to explain it to me, it sounded pretty stupid and kinda unfair. But they did let him visit for my 2nd birthday, which was really important to me. If those big-wigs didn't let him come to my party, I was going to get tough and kick some booty. Don't mess with me. I may be little, but I'm a firecracker.