Smack Down

Well, there was a little incident at the germ pit today.

Daddy and I went to the mall (again) and, naturally, we stopped by the playground so I could run around and climb and slide and have fun with the kids.

Whilst I was playing and climbing and sliding and running and having fun, this little kid comes up to me. I was about to be all, "Hey man, what's up", when he walked up and smacked me in the face.

Seriously.

In the face.

Then his Daddy came up and picked him up and told him he was naughty. All I gotta say is that he was darn lucky his Daddy was there, cuz I would have done a lot more than say he was naughty.

His Daddy brought him over to Daddy and me and he said "sorry", but the whole time I was giving him a look that said, "Kid, if I EVER see you again, I'm gotta get so far up in your grill you will taste Claire every time you drink from a sippy cup the rest of your toddler years."

But you know what, I don't need that punk as a friend. I have plenty of friends. In fact, Rosie is coming over to play tomorrow.

And that little puke isn't invited.

Winter Weather

So, today is Tuesday. Tuesday is the day we go to KinderMusik. But apparently, the people at KinderMusik can't handle a little ice, cuz it was canceled today.

Does that make any sense to anybody? Seriously?

I mean, just because it rained all night then froze all over everything, that means they gotta cancel class? Did it rain in the KinderMusik class? Is there ice all over the bells? Is Miss Bloom snowed in?

I doubt it.

I think if my Daddy can get me there, they should have class. If some kids can't get there, that is their problem.

Sheesh.

Whoa, Christmas Tree

You aren't going to believe this...

When I was napping on Sunday, a tree grew in our living room. For reals. I woke up from my nap, came out to the living room and there was a tree there.

Mommy and Daddy didn't seem very mad, either, cuz they put lights and stuff all over it. Actually, it looks pretty good. Daddy said we will keep it up until the end of the month.

Then he started telling me some story about some old dude in a red suit that was going to show up and later or something, but I wasn't paying attention. I was too interested in "helping" with the tree.

No Word on the Street

You aren't going to believe this...

Sesame Street is no longer on in the morning. It is completely a poopy situation. Daddy made some calls and rolled some heads, and apparently Iowa Public Television is working on transferring over to High Def programming, so they have two channels now. BUT, the one that we get has Sesame Street on at 5 a.m.

I figured I would just get up early, but Daddy says no matter what is on I am not to get up at 5 a.m.

So what is a girl to do? Well, she apparently just has to rely on her Daddy. He figured out that all we have to do is TIVO Sesame Street at 5 a.m., then watch it at 9 a.m.

That guy is pretty smart, cuz it only took him four days to figure that out.

And now Abby and Elmo are in HD. SWEET!!!

Lookin' Tough

So, last night I was running into the office to see Daddy when I accidentally smashed my mouth into the door.

Nothing serious, but I had a bit of a fat lip. It was mostly gone by morning.

First off I was glad I didn't look like Rocky's baby, but then I realized that a fat lip could be useful. Makes a girl look tough, ya know?

It would have been great for Daddy to take me to the Children's Museum with a big 'ol black and blue face.

When the some kid asked me what happened I could just say, "Some little boy wouldn't let me play with the toys I wanted... you done with that giraffe puppet?"

Snow Daze

While we were gone, Mommy and Daddy must have arranged to have some snow delivered to our yard, cuz it was all covered when we got back.

So today, Daddy wrestled me into my new snowsuit, threw on the new boots and we went outside to play.

It was my first time playing in the snow, and it was worth the wait. It's a little different than normal. You can't move quite as well when you are all bundled up, but it is worth it because all that snow is cold. Luckily, Mommy made me some mittens that kept my hands toasty.

Daddy taught me how to throw snowballs, and that was really fun. If you throw them at the wall in back, they stick.

Then we tried to make a snowman, but there wasn't a lot of snow, so it was kinda little.

That's OK, I'm little too.

Can't Talk... Coming Down

Whoa.

I mean, seriously. That was a whirlwind. In less than a week, this baby took the 'ol carseat for over 1,100 miles. For realsies.

I saw every grandparent and great-grandparent I had in a three-day span. I gave fives to uncles. I gave kisses to aunts. I met cousins I didn't know I had. It was craziness.

I said my ABCs in Minnesota and counted to ten in Indiana the next day. I got to eat TWO Happy Meals. I slept in cars, cribs and pack 'n plays. I read the same ten books about a bazillion times.

I found out there is somebody that looks EXACTLY like my Great Grandma Lorna. Literally. They are twins.

And with all this adventure traveling, I have no pictures to post because Daddy forgot the camera.