One of Those Days

So here is the deal...

I'm still snotty. Daddy still tries to wipe and suck my nose.

It's cold out, so we can't really do much outside.

I still can't walk yet, but I can pull myself up on things.

Daddy won't let me play with the cords or the outlets.

But you know what?

Today is a GREAT day to be a Hawkeye.

Tis the Season

Daddy took me to the mall today and some old lady said I was a "good looking fella". Fella? What was it exactly that made me look like a boy? My pink flowered onsie? My dark pink pants? My pink sweater? My pink shoes?

In other mall-related news, I think I met my first celebrity today.

While Daddy and I were walking down the hall, this big fat old dude in a red suit came up to me in my stroller and was all gettin' jolly in my face and stuff. He was giving off that vibe that I really should know him, but didn't introduce himself. I thought it was a little forward, but I politely smiled and even shook his finger.

Anyway, he walked away with one of his handlers and started talking to other kids. Later on, I see him sitting on this big chair in the middle of the mall and all kinds of people were getting their pictures taken with him. So I figure he had to be some sort of a big deal. All the kids were asking him for stuff, so I figure he must have been pretty well off.

I think it might have been Warren Buffet.

Revenge... sorta

As I mentioned yesterday, I have a bit of a cold. Basically, my nose is running like Sophie after I yanked her tail.

To make matters worse, Daddy keeps coming after my nose with this cloth - rubbing it until it is raw. Then, because that just isn't enough fun for one day, sometimes he sticks that big sucker thing in there.

After a morning full of that, I figured I would see how he likes it. While we were playing, I jammed my thumb as far up his nose as I could. BAM!!

But I think I got him a little too good, because it started bleeding (his nose, not my thumb). I felt kinda bad after that, so I figured I would say a new word to make him feel better. I even let him get it on video (after stopping the bleeding, of course)...

Snotty McGee

Yeah, that is what Daddy is calling me now.

You see, I brought a little souvenir back from Iowa City. A cold. My nose has been running for the past two days, and it ain't no fun.

You know what else is no fun? That bulb sucker that Daddy uses to clean out my nose. That thing really sucks.

But if you were wondering about my Christmas Spirit, my nose is red enough to lead Santa's sleigh.

Back to Hawkeyeland

That's what I call a trip. I saw some old friends, met some new ones and had a blast.

First, Daddy took me back to Good Shepherd Day Care for a Class Reunion. It was awesome. I got to see Miss Ava and my old friend Jayme. I didn't get to see Emma, Bibo or Jorge, since they all moved up to the toddler room. That made me realize that if I had stayed at Good Shepherd, I would be the senior member of the Pink Room and OWN that class.

After that, we went to Carver-Hawkeye Arena to see Daddy's old office. It was a lot of fun. We got to see a lot of people, including wrestling coach Tom Brands. He was awesome. Daddy said he is not only a good coach, but he won a Gold Medal in the Olympics. We also saw softball coach Michelle Venturella. She won a Gold Medal too.

I wonder how many Gold Medals Daddy has won?

Anyway, after that we went to the hospital to see Mommy and the people she used to work with. Mommy spent most of our time at the hospital. I guess old habits are hard to break.

One night I got to hang out with Andy and Heather, who were nice enough to let us stay at their house (I even got my own room). I'm not sure where Mommy and Daddy went - I can't keep track of them half the time. Then the next night, Andy threw a dinner party for a bunch of people. He made them all filet and cake, but he must not have had enough because I still had to have squash. Daddy did give me some frosting, though.

Dinner parties are fun. I got to pull my high chair up to the table and hand with the adults. I didn't get most of the jokes, but I just laughed along anyway. I like to laugh.

Mama I'm Comin' Home

That's right kids. This girl is headed back to the Motherland. The land of her birth. Hawkeye Country.

Mommy has an interview at her old hospital, so the whole family is taking a roadie to Iowa City. We leave this afternoon and are staying until Sunday.

It should be a blast. I'll give you all the details when we get back.

Havin' a Ball

After all the events of last week, me and the parental units decided to take it easy this weekend. Which was good, since the weather was lousy. Rainy, then icy, then snowy. And all the while colder than a day-old bottle.

But that's cool. On weekends like this it is sometimes better to curl up with Toodee and a stack of books.

I did make one venture out into Hoth, however. Mommy took me to the store on Sunday, which was awesome. While Daddy has taken me to the store enough that he is oblivious to my wants and needs, Mommy still likes to buy me stuff.

So needless to say, I picked up a lotta schwag. Best of all was a big pink ball that Mommy thought I needed. If you aren't familiar with balls, they are big and round and bounce and roll. Mines pretty sweet. Its bigger than my head.

Daddy was teaching me how to play a new game with the ball called catch. Basically, we both sit on the floor across from each other, then he rolls the ball to me. I put my hands on it, then push it back to him. I'm not sure how the scoring works, but I am sure I am winning.