Windows to the soul.

There's a bit of debate as to my ultimate eye color. Some folks think they'll end up blue like Grammy Bern's. Others swear there's a little green mixed in there, like Daddy's. One of Mommy's friends thinks they'll be "hazel with grey undertones". And of course they could always revert to brown, like Mommy's. Since my eyes supposedly won't settle into their permanent adult color for another year or two, there's still plenty of time for speculation. So... what color do you think I'll end up with? Take my new poll and weigh in!

Play nice, already.

Can you believe what those chowderheads in Albany are up to? I don't get it. When Mommy and Daddy drop me off at daycare, they always tell me, "Play nice with the other babies." And I do! It's really quite simple: Share. Play fair. Don't interrupt when somebody else is talking. Don't take things that don't belong to you. Say you're sorry when you hurt someone. Take a nap. And most important, clean up your own mess.

You guys and gals have quite a mess on your hands. Better get crackin'.

Grandpa Parr

Grandpa Parr had a bit of a scare last night, but is now resting comfortably at Sibley Memorial Hospital. The doctors say he will probably go home in a couple of days with a new friend, a pacemaker. He says he still plans on coming to Syracuse for my birthday party next month, and I can't wait to see him! Get well soon, Grandpa!

A gated community.

This is my 42nd day of captivity.

I've attempted to escape many times, but the guards thwart my efforts at every turn. I once enjoyed about seven seconds of freedom, but was recaptured by the piano.

The cat is allowed to come and go as she pleases. Obviously, she is a stoolie.

Plop

You know that old trick where the magician whips the tablecloth out from under all the dishes? Well, I tried it this morning with two bowls of applesauce and yogurt nestled on a paper towel. Everything crashed to the floor and made a spectacular, splattery mess. Ooops -- my bad! Guess I'll just have to keep practicing 'til I get it right!

Splendor in the grass

The 'rents are letting me spend a lot of time outdoors these days (in the shade, naturally). I love sitting in the grass, and sampling it, too. Oddly enough, Mommy and Daddy are not nearly so enthusiastic about my al fresco dining habits. Mommy shrieks, "She's grazing again!" and one of them yanks those yummy blades right out of my maw without so much as an excuse me or by-your-leave. What's up with that? Daddy scolds, "You are not a cow, young lady!" I don't know what a cow is, but if it gets to eat grass all day, that's the life for me.

A new game!

I have a wonderful new game I love to play! I call it... Pick me up. Put me down. It goes like this: I crawl over to Mommy or Daddy, grab their legs, pull myself up to a standing position, gaze adoringly into their eyes, paste an insufferably cute smile on my face, and grunt urgently -- giving every indication I need to be picked up this instant.

Of course, they comply immediately. After a few seconds in their arms, I do an immediate about-face -- whining, writhing and kvetching to be restored to the floor right now. Of course, they're totally confused -- but they do comply. Two or three minutes later, we repeat the whole thing.

I heartily recommend Pick me up. Put me down. It's an awesome game! I could play it for hours on end!