I'm Back!!!!

You probably thought I would stop blogging just because I moved. But nope! I'm back! It's just been really busy the past few months. We packed up my toys, and moved to a completely different state!

 

I was worried that the Easter Bunny might not know where I am now. But Mom said that Santa and his Elves make sure to let the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy know when kids move. Even better, they try to keep the Boogie Man that lives under my bed out of the loop.

And don't worry... when we packed my toys we didn't throw my baby sister in the box too. She moved with us. She changed a lot since we moved. She can pull herself up, she crawls around, she has 2 whole teeth, and she's always putting my toys in her mouth. I don't like it when she does this. They get all wet and gross.

Do they have carousels where we are moving?

I still need to have my very special interview with Mommy about this move to Williamsburg, but until then... I'm taking advantage of her and Daddy taking me to the carousel. It's one of my favorite places in the whole wide world. This is me on the Spinny Thing. Dad just stands next to it, but Mommy gets in and spins with me. She usually regrets it cause she gets a little nauseous. She also learned the hard way to get her coffee at the Starbucks across from the carousel AFTER we do the Spinny Thing.

Mom hasn't been around much because she's had to go down to Williamsburg to start her job. But she says I'll like it there because there are horsies and sheep and lots of other little kids there. I'm not sure what to expect. But I'm taking it day by day. Right now I'm focused on one thing: MY BIRTHDAY! Next week. March 27th. 

The BIG 4 YEARS OLD!!!!

Yoga with Sadie

I've been giving yoga a chance, but it's hard. I like lacrosse, and basketball, and games where I run around. So, being quiet for a moment is actually kinda hard. When I'm in crowds, I'm more Zen-like. But at home, it's all about getting bonkers! Especially if I have a bowl of Trix.

(Note from Sadie's Mom: Say no to Trix. After checking the amount of sugar, we changed to Cheerios immediately. It's amazing her head didn't pop off. Here's a photographic example of the results.)

Here is my interpretation of this "yoga" stuff. And is it Namaste or Llama-stay? I like llamas- they are like camels, but not really. I also think all yoga should be done in big poofy skirts - they allow for lots of movement.

*Gulp*

I lost Blankie. We went to the shopping center with the Barnes and Noble and the restaurant with the Fire Truck, and it was really, really windy! So windy that the tree that they used for the Christmas Tree at the White House - it blew down! I had it when I got out of the car. But somehow in the course of the day... I lost it. But Mommy said another little kid must have needed Blankie more than I did, so Blankie decided to go with the kid. I was sad. But then Mommy said it was time to go to Target because a new Blankie needed to choose ME!

This is me and old Blankie. She was a great friend.

So we got in the car (Dad and Mom looked like they were gonna cry, so I kept quiet.) And we drove to Target. I got in the cart and SHAZAAM!!!! Like magic, it took off! And it was going here and there, and turning around, and doing all sorts of crazy things. And then it stopped in front of a big display of Blankies. And the new Blankie picked **ME!!!** She's light pink on one side, and has pink, brown and white stripes. And she's soft! Really, really soft!

I thought old Blankie might come back and visit, but Mommy said it's good to love and miss the old Blankie, but now it's time to make new memories with new Blankie. I think I'll be okay, and I hope that new kid really takes care of old Blankie. To be honest, she was a little worn out - and she accidentally dipped herself in Mom's lasagna the other night.

When new Blankie is well-adjusted in the family, I'll take a picture and introduce you to her. She's really quite lovely.

Sadie Angelica: Style Icon

Yes, you heard it here first. The poofy skirt is totally "in" this season. I also have one in hot pink with hearts on it, and I highly recommend you stand over a heater whenever possible. It feels nice and makes the skirt extra poofy. As for tops, one my favorite shirts is my Peanuts "One Love" t-shirt, although I just got a rockin' Curious George tee. 

But that's not what I'm really here to talk about with you. Although style is very important to me, there have been developments that cannot be ignored.

I have been informed by Mom and Dad that we are moving. I'm shrugging it off like it's not big deal. Mom has been putting books in boxes and they are all over the place. Apparently, Mom got a new job at that Colonial Williamsburg place. I gotta admit, I did have fun there. As soon as we went in the bookstore, I put on a College of William & Mary hat and tried to grab a football.

I'm a little confused about the details of all of this. I'm already planning another interview with Mommy... 'cause I have questions.

Are we taking Georgie?

Can I bring my big Ladybuggy pillow?

Can I still have cranberry juice before bed?

Seriously, do they get wi-fi there? I can't live without Berenstein Bears on YouTube.

There's a lot to discuss. And possibly negotiate. I'm good at that. If my parents can't meet me halfway on this - then forget it. I'm considering asking for more vanilla ice cream. And a later bedtime.

Princess and the Pea

Mom was invited down to Colonial Williamsburg for another round of interviews and Dad, Georgie and I decided to go with her to see if it's a place where we want to live. But I found the hotel room to be a bit challenging. I love hopping in and out of bed for a whole bunch of reasons. But apparently you aren't supposed to do that in the 18th century.



And can I still blog if we move to Colonial Williamsburg? Did they get wi-fi back then? This could be a dealbreaker for me. If I can't get YouTube, I'm not goin'. And Mommy paused when I asked her where Sesame Street was on the map when we were in the Visitor's Center. But I liked William & Mary... I might consider it for college. We'll see.

Okay. Georgina can stay.

I've come to the conclusion that Georgie can stay with our family. I kept bugging Mom about taking her back to the hospital, but she wouldn't budge. She said she brought me home from the hospital too, and she didn't send me back when I cried. I guess she has a point.

So I'm trying to make the best of it. I like tickling Georgie. And that makes her smile.



But that kid drools a lot and gets it all over the blanket.

Ew. Gross.

I wish it snowed more....

I remember last year it snowed A LOT. So much that Dad said some naughty words after digging the car out. But this year... not so much. And I find that to be a bummer. But it finally snowed a little bit the other day, so Mom and I went out and had an awesome SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!

Well, I fought harder than her. She was covered by the time we were done. Then I went to preschool and told Miss Shannon about our awesome snowball fight. And she drew this picture for me. I think it captures the battle very well.

But for the record - I WON!!!!
Hahahahahahaha!!!!!

It's hard to be serious....

... it hurts my eyebrows. I don't recommend it.

I'm quiet, but I don't like quiet clothes.

If you've met me in person, you know I'm not a big talker. Sure, I have a lot to say at home to my parents, but when I'm out and about - I tend to be lost in my thoughts. Which is why I love museums so much. I'm lucky because my parents and grandparents love taking me to museums, and zoos, and other places where I can look at stuff and quietly think.

So, before Christmas, we went to the Norman Rockwell exhibit at the National Portrait Gallery. Mom is a BIG fan, and she got a glimpse of it a few weeks ago. But when it came time to go, I decided that if I was going to go to an art museum, I should look.... creative. So I looked in my closet and decided on this outfit.

Apparently, people in Washington, D.C. don't see awesome outfits like this very often, because I got a lot of big smiles, a few laughs, and occassionally a look like this:

A lot of people were about to go on their Christmas break, so people asked my Daddy, "Did she dress herself? Because she looks fantastic!"

I then did a modern dance for them, which ended in this pose. Thank you. I'm available for quiet cocktail parties and fundraising events.

Christmas Wrap-Up 2010 (Get it, wrap-up?)

I've been learning a lot about how to create a hypothesis on SesameStreet.org. I find this scientific method fascinating and keep playing it over and over. So, I thought I would create my own experiment to see if Santa really came and visited on Christmas Eve.

First, I left cookies and apple cider for Santa. My hypothesis is that when I wake up on Christmas morning, there will be fewer cookies on the plate and less cider in the mug.

Then, I took a break to explain to my little sister Georgie who Santa is and what he does on Christmas Eve. She found it really interesting. Then we went outside and sprinkled some reindeer food - which includes oatmeal, cranberries, glitter, and a bit of magic. Mommy added some extra magic from her stash in the kitchen. Then we went to sleep.

Then I woke up at 4:45am to see if Santa had arrived, but Mommy wouldn't let me go into the other room. She insisted that if I left the bedroom, the gifts magically disappear. They only stay if I sleep a little while longer. So at 6:15am, I bugged her again, and she said it was okay to get up. But she didn't seem super thrilled. This is what I saw! I think Mom and Dad were expecting me to yell and scream and jump around. It was all so overwhelming, I just stood there and stared. Then Mom mentioned the plate and the mug, and went to check out if my hypothesis was right.

It was. My hypothesis was correct - and he even left a thank you note! And I got a dollhouse, and a jump rope, and some new food for Sadie's Diner, and a Strawberry Shortcake matching game, and Hello Kitty lip balm that tastes like marshmallows... and ......

Dear Santa,

I know we've had a bit of an odd relationship. I love you... I really do. But your beard kinda freaks me out. So when your postcard came, I wasn't sure I wanted Mom to read it to me. At the same time, I know you are a really great guy who does a lot of stuff for a lot of kids. And last year, you stopped by and left presents. And you even ate the cookies I left for you!



But I didn't see you. (For the record, I wear a nightgown now. Last year, I didn't bother.)

BUT, I still think you are pretty cool. So I always make sure to wave to you when I'm at the mall. And I was really surprised when you came driving down my street on the fire truck. (Sidenote: Could you turn down the sirens next time? The lights are pretty, but the noise is a bit much for my taste.)

Anyway, I hope it isn't too late to ask for something for Christmas. There's really only one thing I really want, and I'm willing to share it with my sister Georgina. I'd like real estate. Not like Mom and Dad have, but the kid kind. I'm looking for a 2 story, 2 bedroom, 1 bath colonial dollhouse. I'll put it in a nice neighborhood. I promise. It doesn't have to be furnished - I'm looking to make it my own.

Thanks Santa! Can't wait to track you on NORAD this year!
Love,
SadieBug (Big Sister of Georgie Bee)

The Moon is Broken!!!!

I would like to point out to everyone something I noticed about 2 months ago. The Moon is broken. Yes, I know this may be shocking, but I pointed this out to Mom.

I pointed at the moon and told her very clearly, "The Moon is broken!!!!"
 She responded that she would notify NASA about it and get back to me. A few days later, she said she contacted them, and they said they've been trying to fix it for a long, long time. Apparently, it breaks all the time! It starts out big and round, and as the month goes on, it breaks off in pieces! Little bits each night fall off, and eventually there's nothing left. Then, NASA starts putting it together again piece by piece, until it's round. But then it starts all over again.

I'd hate to be the guy in charge of that project.

I'm a big fan of the Moon. I say goodnight to her every night. I even read the book to my little sister Georgie.

And in case you have never heard Goodnight, Moon... let me read it to you. (I had a cold at the time, so my voice is a little off.):

My mixed feelings about preschool...

Halloween was insane at preschool! Everyone was dressed up. They threw out the schedule and the rules. And it was anarchy! So, I threw something across the room during the chaos. And it hit Lucie.

Lucie cried. I was sad. Miss Bridget made me apologize. I didn't want to. And never wanted to go to preschool again.

I told Dad. I told Mom. I am NOT going to preschool. They kept making me go.

Until this morning, when I put my foot down and wouldn't leave the car. I REFUSED to go. I even hid in each corner of the car so Dad couldn't reach me. Miss Bridget tried to get me out. Miss Shannon made an effort. I was NOT going to preschool.

Dad gave up, and we drove about 10 minutes. And then I thought, "But what if I miss something at preschool that would be really great?"

I told Dad I was ready to go to school. So he turned the car around and he led me into the room. And it's a good thing I went back. Because if I hadn't.... I wouldn't have an AWESOME Turkey Hat with my name on it.

Halloween Round-Up!

Friday was the Halloween parade at preschool. We all got dressed up and showed off our outfits. I was a beautiful orange butterfly.

But I think Taylor had the best costume. I thought she should be careful if she should meet the Big Bad Wolf.  She looked yummy!

 

Georgie got dressed up too! She's a cute pumpkin... but I think the whole Halloween thing confused her.

Ellicott City was packed with people! I saw a lot of princesses, a banana, a chicken, a lion, and even a slice of pizza. I even found Waldo (of Where's Waldo? fame - I love his books!)

 
This was my first real official Trick-Or-Treating year since Mom and Dad didn't think I could handle it last year. Yeah, I'm shy around new people. I clam up. So this was a great exercise in meeting new people AND getting some candy in the process. I was nervous at first....

...But I got over it.

Especially when we stopped at a Mexican place on the way home and I checked out my stash. But I think Mom and Dad already stole some from my pumpkin. I pointed this out to them this morning, and they denied it. I noticed my Twizzlers (DAD) AND my Sweet Tarts (MOM) are missing... and those happen to be their favorites.



Pumpkins and other fun stuff...

Mom is on a big corn maze kick. She found a list of all of the corn mazes in the area, and stated "We are going to go to as many as we can while I'm on maternity leave!!!"

We've been to 2 so far and are planning on another one this weekend. Mom is pretty happy about this.

Here's a little retrospective:

This is me picking out mini-pumpkins - one for each of us (even Georgina- who I have decided can stay with us. I was considering taking her back to the hospital.)

Daddy and I got a little silly with the corn.

      

I explored the pumpkin patch (but did not find The Great Pumpkin. Phooey!)  

And this is me on the bestest hill slide ever!!! (I made her go on it 10 times.)

*Sigh* I tried....

I've been looking for a new place to nap. This place, on Mom's old toy chest, did not work out.

Things I love about Preschool...

There are a few things I love about going to school. First, I love seeing my best friend Lucie. I miss her when it's the weekend and I don't have school. Second, I love the playground! The swings, the slide, the jungle gym - everybody should have a playground.

And third... I get to meet really cool people. This is a fireman. I learned he's a nice guy even though he wears a big scary outfit. I'm supposed to run TO him - not away from him. AND I also know to call 9-1-1 if there's an emergency. As you can see in this picture... I take this very, very seriously.

Me and My Sister...

About a month ago, I decided it was time that I should try holding Georgie, just like Mommy does. So I gave it a shot while Mom and Dad were close by in case I had a problem.

For the record, this kid is a bit heavy. And kinda on the big side.

Then I was thinking maybe this wasn't a good idea.

Then... I think she tooted.

Or possibly even more than a toot.

Yep, more than a toot.

But that's okay. She's my sister. And even though I mentioned to Mom last night (for the second time) that I thought we should go to the hospital to return Georgie - deep down I love my sister. Every time I come home from preschool, I check to make sure she's there and if she's awake. I say, "Hi Georgie!" and if she's crying I make sure to say, "It's okay. Don't cry, Georgie." Luckily, she doesn't cry much.  Actually, I probably yell more than she does. It's how I get my way... but Mom keeps saying that we are going to put an end to "that kind of behavior".

We'll see about that.

I love Mama and Papa!

I still watch Elmo a lot, but lately I've been loving the Berenstain Bears! They live in a treehouse in Bear Country, and I'm hoping Mom and Dad will consider this kind of house in our next move. I've also decided that I will no longer use "Mom" and "Dad" to refer to my parents. They are now Mama and Papa!

I told Mom the other day that she is just like Mama. Here's what it says about Mama on the Berenstain Bears website: Warm, wise and witty. She is president of the Bear Country Garden Club and is a champion quiltmaker. Mama's favorite recipe is honey cured salmon. The only real problem she has in life is Brother and Sister's messy, messy room.

Okay, maybe they aren't exactly alike...

But I told her that I think they look alike too. When I told Mom that, she decided she needed a makeover.

And I can't wait until Halloween! Maybe Mom and Dad can be Mama and Papa Berenstain. That would be so cool!