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I know what I like, I like what I wear

On: December 14th, 2009 at 8:11 am | In: General

kitty feeding timeAnd I don’t care that it doesn’t match or is weather friendly. Sundresses in winter seems perfectly fine to me. I’ll wear a dress with a coat. Leggings and a shirt work in a foot of snow, right? Of course! I’ll wear socks. Pink shirt with pink pants… pink and pink. They match. We’re good. And the really fun one that I do all the time is when I say I’m going to wear jeans and a shirt, but when it comes time to put the clothes on… the fight is on for a dress, a skirt, leggings or anything other than jeans and a shirt.

Mommy and Daddy went to a fun party the other night. It was a work party murder mystery and they had to dress up like they were going to a 1920s speakeasy. Mom was Madame Flamingo, a burlesque nightclub owner. Dad was hit man Tony Capone. There was motive and murder and opportunities, but they weren’t the killers. It was a really fun time and their outfits were really fancy. I liked Mommy’s dress a lot. I want to go to a dress up party.

Amy & ChrisMommy and Daddy left us with Nana and Papa. I wasn’t happy when they got here. I cried and cried. I don’t get to see them too often and sometimes they’re a little scary. Food. Food is the answer. And once they fed me, they were my best friends.

My other best friends are the kitty cats. I like to follow them around the house grabbing their tail or their ears. Their food is always out so I want to check out what kind of snacks are available. I’ve gotten yelled at enough, but that doesn’t stop me from looking. And no Mom, I wasn’t going to eat that cat food… I was putting it back in their bowl. Honest.

I need to change out of my work underwear

On: October 5th, 2009 at 6:29 am | In: General

Sep. 30It’s been a sad, sad week. The weather finally got cooler. I am no longer allowed to wear sundresses. I actually spent the entire week wearing jeans or pants. Wait! I wore a jumper one day with tights. Whew. I thought for a minute there that I may have forgotten my dress-y ways. Tights! Those will be my salvation this winter.

Thanks Nana & Papa, Uncle Scott and Uncle Eric & Aunt Gina and Ella and Grace for coming to visit my for my birthday party! I had so much fun seeing and running around with everyone. And y’all know I love presents. I broke them all out as soon as I got home! I can’t wait to see you all soon!

Oct. 1I am a puddle. Not the raindrop kind. Not the blubbery I-cry-too-much kind (but I can put on a good show when I’m hungry &/or tired). No, this puddle is the one that I drool all over myself because I’m gnawing on anything that I can get my hands on. A toy. A blanket. My clothes. The carseat. My hand. My mom. Yes… anything I can wrap my little teefers around I want to chew it. My face is so wet all the time that it’s become red and chapped. So don’t think that I’m sick or I’ve got frostbite. I got chapped cheeks. When do I get all my teeth? I’m sure the puddles will dry up by then. Oh – and if I look all shiny, that’s the super rich lotion that my Mom is spreading on me to help un-chap my cheeks.

I call him “Schmoopie”

On: September 13th, 2009 at 3:06 pm | In: General

I don’t really. He’s “Evan”, but I like rhyming words, so you can imagine (not outloud please) what rhymes with “schmoopie.” Actually, the other day we were saying silly things at the dinner table and I put together “Evan” and “watermelon” as rhyming pairs. Both Mom and Dad were very impressed. It was a shortlived moment of genius… I went back to calling him “Evan Pickle” and “Evan Spoon” right after.

It’s Christmas going on over here. Mommy has been thrifty-shopping and Aunt Gina has been hand-me-downing, so both me and Evan are getting loaded up on “new-to-us” clothes. Mom tossed in a few brand new items and now we’ve got a sweet closet. Based on what I can count (and I can count very well), I can wear a dress a day for at least two weeks, depending on the weather. Since it’s mid-September, I’m not allowed sundresses anymore. But it’s been sunny and 80 the past couple days, so Mom’s let that rule slide. I’ve got a real dressy strappy sundress on today. I look like I’m going to a wedding.

like our hats?

I finally got some jammies that look like they’re going to fit longer than one month! Not even six months old yet and I’m wearing the clothes of a one year old! But I’m so cute and such a good boy that it doesn’t matter what ill-fitting clothes I wear. While my sister wants it to stay warm for dress weather, I want it to get cold so I can break into my new closet of better fitting clothes. All the summer stuff is sized for babies and – just look at me! – I’m no baby.

One of those pesky teeth finally popped out. I’m waiting on the other one.

And pizza is one of my new favorite foods. Specifically the chewy crust. Mommy and Elise were feeding me tiny, tiny bits last night. I don’t know who was more excited… I really liked trying to “chew” and Elise just liked shoving stuff in my face. It was all very fun and no one was crying (always a plus).

Wait for it… Wait for it…

On: August 16th, 2009 at 8:40 pm | In: General

Aug. 14It’s been a hot one this week! Hot and humid. I’ve taken to wearing dresses 24/7 because there’s a cool breeze in there. And what do you do when you wear a dress? You DANCE! We have the coolest radio in our kitchen and it plays all our songs. Mommy has some really good dance songs in the playlist so I like to use the remote to turn it up real loud and dance and sing my heart out. Mommy caught me dancing on video, but because I was sans said dress, we’ll keep it in our home library. (This is a family blog you know.)

Besides our usual fun park and gymnastics activities, I also had a sleepover at Kay’s house with Maddie! We stayed up late playing princesses and got to sleep in the living room. It was awesome. No boys allowed, but it was nice to see Evan when he came back the next day.

Aug. 15Where’s my hand? Why are you taking my hand away? I want to eat my hand. I want to eat my shirt. I’ll eat your hand. Gimme a toy! Mommy says teeth are coming otherwise I wouldn’t be trying to chew on everything. How long does it take for these teeth things to get here? I’m running out of dry clothes.

Matter of fact, I’m running out of clothes altogether. I’m not even 5 months old and I’m not fitting into clothes for babies twice my age. Fortunately, I have an awesome Nana and a good shopper Mom. To make sure I keep my end of the growing bargain, I think that I’ll be adding some veggies to my food regimen too. Look for me on the field at the next Badger/Wolverine game… I may be playing soon.