I’m not bad… I just like to push my boundaries. I like to see how far I can take it – push it – until it’s not funny anymore. Rolling and crawling backwards into corners until I can’t go anymore and have to cry to get someone to move me isn’t so bad. Being hungry at 2am is more bad. But the most bad is how I take my bath.

See, Mommy got tired of wrestling me in the deep water when I take a bath at the same time as my sister. I can’t sit by myself with the water up to my chin and I do not like being held down. Mommy would practically be in the bath with me and then I’m out just that fast. No play time.

So the new bath I take is all by myself with just a couple inches of water. I get all the toys and I can sit unrestrained alone (with close supervision). Like any baby, I don’t want what you want me to do, so instead of sitting playing nice, I want to lay and kick. Yeah, it’s funny the first few times I get a splash out of the tub. Mommy laughs and smiles when I get her a little wet. I’m hauled out of the tub when I get her good and drenched. I have a 100% clothing change record. I’m not going to quit any time soon.

I love pajamas. I never want to change out of them. When I get home from daycare, I go up and change into my pajamas. If you ask why, I’ll tell you it’s because I wanted to change out of my work clothes. This past week I’ve had dinner in my pajamas more than I did with regular clothes on. I wore my princess nightgown all morning and through lunch today, finally picking out a shirt and leggings in time to take a nap. After a short play time and dinner tonight, it was off to the bath and into… you guessed it… pajamas.

Maybe I’ve been playing too hard and I just need some relaxing pajamas to settle down in the evening. Yesterday I was at a Pump it Up birthday party with my friends. It was two hours of non-stop jumping and climbing and running topped off with cupcakes and ice cream. I was exhausted. Perfect example of a pajama night. I was comfortable and relaxed to watch a princess movie… my idea of a great night.

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.