And 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.

Mommy 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’m hungry. Not a little bit either… a lot. I eat 4x a day and have taken the hunger level to a new high by requiring a 5th meal around 2am. I think it’s because I’ve just been so busy lately, what with rolling and playing with toys and throwing everything (I’ve got quite an arm), I need more food to keep up my energy level.

Mommy has not been pleased with my extra snack in the middle of the night. To combat this, I’ve been given extra food at dinner to fill the empty pit that is my stomach. It seems to have worked as I’ve been sleeping through the night again since I started midnight snacking a couple weeks ago. And I’ve been expanding my horizons to all the new foods out there. I’ve tried every flavor of baby food so it’s on to people food. I really want what’s on YOUR plate.

And I got news for you… It’s not quite official yet, but I can crawl. Pick up your stuff if you don’t want me to drool or choke on it.

So much Halloween candy… so little time. Slowly, I’m finishing my bucket-o-loot, but it’s disappearing faster than I’m eating it. Someone is eating my candy… and they’re taking all the good stuff! I’m not naming names, but they go by “Mommy” and “Daddy.” I overheard them talking and I hear that there may be more candy coming because Daddy didn’t get enough. Good! Maybe I can get my hands of some of it too.

And after the costume hysterics and all, I finally have a good photo of my cowgirl costume. Maybe we can do it again next year…

And coming to a Christmas card mailing soon… Pics of me and Evan! We didn’t listen to directions and were crabby, tired and hungry, but we’re so cute that it didn’t matter.

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.

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).

What an awesome weekend! While Mommy and Daddy had their weekend in Lake Geneva, me and Evan hung out with Nana and Papa and had WAY more fun (if you ask me). We started the weekend with birthday cake – Daddy’s! – and then had more birthday cake at another party. I was hanging out with all the big people and got myself my own dinner too… a hamburger and some fruit. Came home and jumped in the tub. Read some stories and then off to dreamy dreamland. The next morning, Nana made heart pancakes and I got my own spa day – a mani/pedi with hot pink polish. After a nap we were off to meet up with Mommy and Daddy.

And then… the fly. Daddy and I played a round of croquet before a late lunch outside by all the boats at the marina. Sandwiches for everyone and then the bugs arrived. I was having a conversation with my Dad when the mean fly landed on my food. I tried to hit it, but he flew away. I tried to hit it some more times, but I just looked like I was acting silly. I decided to stay with the silly route… it didn’t make me look incompetent that I couldn’t hit the fly.

Another sleepover at Nana and Papa’s for me! Second one of the summer. I totally have them trained… I whine and cry – I get a snack. I fuss – I get a new diaper. I crab – I get a nap. And all they want in return is some big smiles and baby jibber-jabber. Suckers!

So, while Daddy was getting massaged and Mommy was getting pedicured, I was having Nana and Papa eat out of my hand. They had me so busy smiling that I pooped myself out and slept a lot. Being happy is a tiring job! Note to future, employable self: rethink becoming the guy in the Mickey Mouse costume.

Now we’re all home, eating more of Daddy’s birthday cake and sleeping in our own beds. Feels good to be home, but we can’t wait to do it again!

Mmm-mmm. Good food this week. See, I didn’t want food at all… I cried and cried. “Just gimme the bottle,” is what I was saying in baby-speak. It took a week for me to get heard. Mommy stopped trying to feed me cereal and, for a couple mornings, order was restored. Until… I was still hungry. I’m a growing boy!

I guess it’s time to check out this cereal stuff with a more positive attitude. And you know what? It’s good! It’s kinda’ hard to figure out and I tend to push more out of my mouth than keep it in, but I’m getting it. And it makes me sleepy. I was always a good napper, and now I’m even better.

I had my first photoshoot the other day and I’m such a natural in front of the camera. Intense looks, cute smirks and adorable smiles. We have so many photos we don’t know what to do with them. I say, “wallpaper the house so everyone is constantly reminded of how cute I am!” <crickets> I guess I need to learn how to speak English. Baby talk is going nowhere.

I think that I’ve served my time from last week. No tv. No treats. And lots of chores. On top of that, I’ve been really, really helpful. And it’s all paid off… I got new underwear (Princess undies and shoes and more from Aunt Chris), I went to a birthday party, did gymnastics and I haven’t had any accidents. Maybe getting in trouble was a good thing!

Have a great week!

It’s official. 17.8 lbs. 25.5 in. I gained 4 lbs in 2 months and it’s no wonder no clothes fit me anymore. I had to jump up to 9 month sizes – and they’re all pants and sweatshirts because, really, who thought that a peanut like me would need humongous-sized summer clothes.

Nevertheless, it’s time for me to start eating like I weigh. Bring on the cereal! I’m not totally fond of it yet, but it’s getting better. I did NOT like it the first time. But now that we’ve tried it a half dozen times, I’m enjoying it more and not screaming the entire time. I do need Mommy to take a two-handed approach… spoon in one hand, bottle in the other. When the spoon has been cleared, I need the bottle swiftly inserted. I like a constant stream of food at all times. (I predict this will be a constant need forever.)

And since I’m such a pro at being a “big kid” (for my age), it’s about time I learn some tricks. How does rolling over sound? Impressed? You should be. I can flip from my back to my tummy and also spin 180s from either position. My next trick will be sitting… maybe I’ll do that tomorrow.

Date: Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009
Time: 6:43pm
Place: Carrier Kitchen Table
Incident: Accident on chair cover. Culprit leaves scene in search of new clothing, yet notifies no one of mess. Father-figure detects sneakiness; intercepts guilty party. Scolding ensues.

Date: Thursday, July 23rd, 2009
Time: 6:22am
Place: Master Bedroom
Incident: Witness requests help of Mother-figure to insert Capri Sun straw into package. Witness quickly becomes guilty party when it is discovered that she let herself out of the house, opened the garage door and took said Capri Sun all without asking or notifying parental units before doing so. Harsher scolding ensues. Punishment lasts for days.

Date: Thursday July 23rd, 2009
Time: 7:36pm
Place: Bedroom 1
Incident: Accident on floor. Milder scolding. Culprit is required to clean up mess herself. Is still working on punishment from morning.

Date: Sunday, July 26th, 2009
Time: 3:44pm and counting
Incident: None. Witnesses have noted and accounted for no accidents, proactive bathroom visits, polite disposition and helpful attitude. Willingly participated in punishment and was visibly angry with self when said accidents occurred. Received stickers for good behavior. Will get homemade popsicles – that she helped make – when nap is over.

I know that if I can hear the music truck, ice cream is not far away. Especially if I’m outside with my Daddy… he’s a sucker for the ice cream man. Daddy even has a stash of money in the garage specifically for ice cream man purchases. And thanks to my Daddy, the ice cream man comes by our house almost every day. I gotta get my Strawberry Shortcake!

Being a baby stinks. I can’t walk. I don’t get to go camping. And I don’t get ice cream. But I’m four months old now and as soon as the doctor tells me so, I’m going to start eating real food. Do I hear a steak sizzling? A little bit of blue cheese and some sauteed mushrooms? Oh yeah… That’s the stuff.

What? Seriously?

Bummer, Man… Mommy says that I need teeth for a steak. My “real food” will be rice cereal. How lame. But there is some good news – teeth can start coming in any day now. Come on teeth!