Ooh La La

I am now fully recovered from my viral adventure. Soon after I got better, the 'rents dropped me off at Aunt Cathy and Uncle Steve's house, then flew to France. Yes, France, as in Europe. They had been planning this trip for some time with Grandma and Grandpa Parr, but were prepared to scrap it if I didn't recover. Luckily for everyone, I rallied and have been doing great. I had a wonderful time with my aunt and uncle, as well as Grammy and Papa Bern who came all the way up from New Rochelle just to visit me!

But the upshot is... my Mommy and Daddy went to France, and all I got was an umbrella, a music box, a coloring book, a half-dozen French-language children's books, some markers, two pairs of gloves, a Marie Antoinette doll and a lousy T-shirt.

What a week.

It's been quite the wild ride.

You can read all about it here.

Pollack? Or Picasso?

I got hold of a ballpoint pen last week and decorated the kitchen door. Mommy and Daddy must have been impressed with my handiwork, because a few days later, they bought me some sophisticated art supplies. Here I am rendering my next masterpiece. I call it, "Still Life With Diaper."

Punk Rocker Toddler.

Mommy and Daddy were laughing over my new hairstyle tonight.
What's a "Mohawk"?

One Year Later

Here are a couple of pictures Mommy took with her ancient 35mm camera, showing me and Daddy when I was just a wee, days-old sprite, and again on my first birthday. Can you believe how much Daddy has changed in just a year?!?

Cat-tastrophe

Last week, I took Mommy's makeup brush when she wasn't looking, and when she turned around, I was powdering the cat's face with it. She took it back and put it aside, intending to clean it later. Well, she forgot. And the next morning, while applying powder, her face broke out in glorious shades of red and pink. Apparently, Mommy is allergic to cats after all. Surprise! Anyway, she washed off all her makeup, applied some cortisone cream, popped a Benadryl -- and promptly went to bed. Oh well, my bad!

P.S. Don't forget to take my newest poll!

In the eye of the beholder.

Jackson Pollock, move over! I've discovered the kitchen floor is my canvas, and regularly create a mess, er, masterpiece every night using tools at hand. Here, my medium of choice was bibs.