Cool lady.

The solution to this hideous heat wave? Just don a hat with a brim wide enough to cover your entire body. End of problem.

Eat, scarf, consume, partake, munch and be merry.

That pretty much sums up my time with Aunt Cathy and Uncle Steve this week!

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with an ice cream sundae...

Pudding and Shopping and Keyboards, Oh My!

I'm staying with Aunt Cathy and Uncle Steve for a few days, and what a grand time I'm having! But don't take my word for it... check out the pics:

Vanilla pudding rocks!

Here I am all decked out in my church finery...

... and glammed out for breakfast.

Aunt Cathy took me grocery shopping...

... and back home, I wailed on the keyboard. Just listen to me burn!

Happy Mommy's Day

This morning, Daddy let Mommy sleep late, gave her a necklace and a bunch of pretty flowers, and took us to "brunch" at the 1069 Restaurant at the Genesee Grand Hotel. All day long, he would not let her clean up or do any work -- including changing my diaper. This odd behavior is due to my existence, apparently. Next month, it'll be Daddy's turn to be indulged and pampered -- again, all because I happen to be here. I'm glad to oblige!

Check out Mommy's haul! Some of these came from Grammy and Papa Bern, who are also very glad I'm here.


Here are some miscellaneous pictures of me and Mommy over the past couple of months.

My sneakers kick butt.

'Nuff said.

Ooops.

I'm learning how to drink from a cup. So this morning, I spilled milk all over Mommy's freshly-washed kitchen floor -- but that was just the warm-up. Later, I spilled a cup of orange juice all over the the Wall Street Journal, followed about an hour later by a cup of water on the front porch. Tonight, after dinner, I decided I had to remove my diaper this minute, and would not be dissuaded. Mommy thought it would be okay since she had just changed me. A few minutes later -- you guessed it -- I christened the floor. At that point, Daddy decided it was time for my bath.

It's not easy being a toddler.

My lexicon explodeth.

Today, I uttered not three... not four... not five... but six brand-new words (for me, anyway). They were...

"Couch"
"Birthday"
"Moose"
"Abby" (a friend of mine from church)
"Tickle"

and, most significant...

"NAOMI".

It came out more like "Know-me", but Mommy and Daddy knew exactly what I meant -- especially since I was pointing to myself at the time -- and went completely bonkers.