Everyone says I look like my mom....

Everywhere I go, everyone who knew my mom when she was my age says, "Wow! She looks exactly like you!" I like to think I'm unique in my own way. Then I see photos like these, and I think... "There's a lot of Daddy in me too." I have his feet, and when I was really little and I was still bald we looked a lot alike. But this photo makes it clear that this is MY daddy.

Plus, I get really silly with Daddy. Mommy can be so serious sometimes. DON'T take all of the sliced cheese out of the refrigerator. DON'T jump on the bed. DON'T leave cheese in her bed. All of these things I'm NOT supposed to do. But Daddy lets me get really silly - as long as I hold his hand in the parking lot. He gets kooky about things like that sometimes.

I'm lucky that I have such a silly Daddy. He thinks Mommy is my favorite, but I'm going to keep him guessing....

I'm not a huge fan of summer.

I like the sunshine, I like running around in a sprinkler in an cute bathing suit - but I don't like the heat. I've always enjoyed cold milk, being barefoot on cool days, and I even like playing with ice. Last week, it was 90 degrees! Luckily, it's cooled off. As you can see from this photo, hot weather:

A. Makes me a little out of it and confused. (This is me staring off into space.)

B. I get a little floppy.

C. I look like a smaller Art Garfunkel

I've been struggling with the Art Garfunkel hair for awhile now, but on hot days, it looks particularly bad. *sigh* At least he has a nice singing voice.

The Easter Bunny and Santa Claus make me nervous.

We don't see each other except once a year, so when I come face to face with the Easter Bunny or Santa Claus, I get a little scared. I want them to like me, and I want to like them. Plus, both of them give me stuff while I'm sleeping - so I try to make a good impression.

That puts a lot of pressure on a little kid.


When we first sat down at the restaurant, I scoped the place out for Mr. Bunny. But I didn't see him. Then I really thought about it. And big questions popped into my head.

Did the Easter Bunny have the same high expectations as Santa? Does he keep a list of who is good and who isn't? Had I really been good enough to earn candy and goodies? Then I started to get really worried. I thought about all the times I threw a Little Person across the room - particularly when it was Baby Jesus. And when I pulled off my Pull-Up without telling Daddy and hid it in another room. Then there was the time that I went into the refrigerator and pulled all of the packaged sliced cheese out of the little plastic covers, and left them for Mommy to find in strange corners of the family room. It occurred to me that I might be in real trouble when it comes to Mr. Bunny. And do Mr. Bunny and Santa talk? Because if they do....

Then I made eye contact with the Easter Bunny and he gave me some candy. That's when I realized we were cool.

*Phew*

I LOVE chocolate peanut butter cups!

At first, I didn't love the peanut butter cups. Mom took one out of my Elmo basket and shoved it in my face and said, "You'll love these!" But I didn't believe her. I said point blank, "Don't. Like. It."

Then I smelled it. Then I licked the chocolate. Then I popped the whole thing in my mouth and WOW! It was really good. So I had another one. Then Mommy got her iPhone out and recorded this. I was halfway through my chocolate binge.



You can tell my feet are starting to get a little twitchy. After my FIFTH peanut butter cup, I couldn't control my legs and I wanted to DANCE! And RUN! and climb stuff. Dad wasn't to thrilled about this and took my Elmo basket away, to which I protested very loudly.

By the way, it was hard to talk during this video because apparently peanut butter sticks to the roof of your mouth. But I am still not a fan of the jelly bean.

I hope everyone had a Happy Easter! (Or Bunny Day... whichever you call it.)

Everyone should have a Bunny Hat!

Don't you wish you had a bunny hat like mine? Yeah, you do! I made it during the Cotton TALES program at the Library. Get it?

Wait, I don't think you got the full viewing of my totally awesome hat! Check it out!

I'm so excited about Easter, even though I'm a little confused as to what it actually is. I've tried to figure it out over the past few years, but it still confuses me. Jelly beans and Jesus. I don't get it. I did see the Easter Bunny at the mall, but I found it weird to sit on his lap. It kind of creeped me out, so I just gave him a high five instead. Hope he still gives me candy.

Gender of Baby 2 Revealed!: Exclusive Interview with Mommy

It's time for some serious reporting. Mommy and Daddy went to the doctor yesterday to make sure Baby 2 was healthy and stuff. They took me with them because they thought I should see what's going on in Mommy's tummy and why it's gotten really fat lately. Daddy reminds me, "She's not fat, she's having a baby." All I know is there is less room for me on her lap and she eats A LOT! So I asked her for a follow-up interview, since it had been awhile since we talked about this issue in a very direct journalistic way.

Anyway, I thought serious reporting needed a seriously cool outfit. I put on my new yellow top from my birthday, brown pants, and my new yellow flip-flops (which are a little big, but I don't care. They are WAY cute!) Then I picked up Snuffy and Big Bird to coordinate with my outfit.

I put on my game face, and started drilling Mommy on some of the hard questions I've had lately.

Me: Why are you so fat?

Mommy: (Laughing) I'm not fat. Baby 2 is growing in my tummy and is getting bigger each day. But yes, I am eating a lot. I've gained 20 lbs so far, and with you - I gained about 65 lbs!

Me: I had an awesome birthday, but will I have to "share" my birthday with Baby 2?

Mommy: Nope. Baby 2 should be here in August, so your birthday is your special day, and Baby 2 has a separate birthday.

Me: There's been a lot of talk about whether Baby 2 is a boy or a girl. Either way, that still makes me a Big Sister. Right?

Mommy: Yes, you will be a Big Sister regardless of the baby's gender.

Me: So..... is it a boy or a girl?

Mommy: Do you really want to know?

Me: Yes!!!!

Mommy: It's a girl.

Me: Does that mean I'm being replaced?! I'm a girl! You already have a girl!!!

Mommy: You are NOT being replaced. You will have a little sister. That means you will be teaching her lots of things that you learned either from me, Daddy, or all on your own. Actually, you've learned a lot already that you get to share with her. Like how to count, the alphabet, who Elmo is, how to make friends...

Me: That sounds pretty cool. I can do that. And I guess I could share some of my toys.

Mommy: We were thinking you might be able to share your bedroom.

Me: Say WHAT!?!?!?


And with that, I fell off my flip-flops.