Belly Up

So there was something new this morning (aside from the newly colorful walls in the kitchen). Apparently, Daddy had some time last night and did some adjusting to my high chair.

It's all messed up - but it has some promise.

First off, the tray is gone. And its a lot lower. And the seatbelt is back in play.

I thought it was going to be a disaster when Daddy put me in it, but then he scooted me all the way up to the table (the HEAD of the table, might I add) and I ate breakfast like a big girl.

Well, a big girl sitting in a half-dismantled high chair.

Painting Again

Painters are back, and Daddy seems to enjoy what they did. I'll have to remember that next time I get to fingerpaint.

Anyway, yesterday, I took a four-hour nap. Not sure if I was that tired or if it was the fumes.

Painting

Man, you won't BELIEVE what is going down at our house.

These dudes came over this morning, and they started painting all over the walls. Like completely covering them. Everywhere.

They are going to be in so much trouble. I know, cuz this one time I tried to draw a kitty (or piggie, I can't remember) on the walls with a crayon, and Daddy totally freaked out. And these guys aren't painting no kitties.

I can't WAIT to see Daddy go off on them. They are in for a world 'o hurt.

And probably a long timeout.

Tatted Up

So, I am hanging with a whole new crowd of kids at Joanie's house. It's pretty cool. I'm learning lots of new things, and today I got my first tattoo!!!



Pretty sweet, eh? It's a bear.

Now, I wasn't sure how I was going to break this to Daddy, since I wasn't sure on his two-year old tattoo policy yet. I ultimately decided not to tell him - at least right away.

BUT, after school today we met our buddy Weitzel out for lunch at the Vine, and he totally narced me out. He saw it creeping out of my sleeve and said, "Claire, whats that" Right in front of Daddy.

So he noticed. Didn't seem to have a problem with it, though.

So what did we learn today at school? Daddy doesn't care if you get tattoos.

A Lesson in Gravity

That Newton guy knew what he was talking about.

Last weekend, Mommy and Daddy got new chairs for the kitchen table. Actually Auntie Megan and soon-to-be Uncle Johnny brought them from Chicago.

Needless to say, I have been really enjoying sitting on them. Not sure what the attraction is, except that they are new.

So this morning, I was sitting in the chair opposite Daddy while he was eating his breakfast. (I was already done with mine - Yogurt and Bananas if you care) Anywho, I dropped the book I was reading and decided to reach down and get it.

Well, I learned a good lesson in center of gravity, cuz next thing I knew I was heading face-first into the hardwood floor. Got myself a nice little bump, I did. Daddy got out the Boo-Boo Bunny and gave me a few kisses, so I felt OK soon enough.

Left me a nice little shiner, though. None of the kids at school tomorrow will mess with me.

But It Does Make It Chilly

So I learned a new trick, and it should be a real time-saver for Daddy.

You know how when you wake up, your Daddy comes in and picks you up and takes off your jams and changes your diaper and gets you dressed? Well, I think I have figured out a way to streamline the operation a bit and take some of the workload myself.

Today, before Daddy came in, I woke up and started working on the zipper down the front of my jams. It's a little more complicated than normal zippers, cuz it has a snap at the top. Well, I got that snap undone and the rest was easy. Just unzipped the jams, got my arms and legs out and there you have it. I was out of my jams before Daddy even came in the room.

Only problem was it was a little cold, so I just kinda pulled up my blankets and waited. Luckily I sleep with four blankets.

Daddy must have liked the idea, cuz he laughed when he came in.

Valentimes is Good Times

Hope you all had a good Valentines Day. I sure did. Even got to have a bit of chocolate. That's some good stuff.

What I didn't realize was how many Valentines I had. I got all kinds of stuff. Books, dresses, Elmos, shirts, Puglee (my new Uglydoll)... and more.

Heck, even the waiter at the restaurant we went out to gave me a balloon.



I felt kinda bad with everyone giving me all that stuff, so I decided to get myself a Valentine. I dug all the way to the bottom of my toy box and found a kitty that I didn't even know I had. Daddy said he's been down there a while. Anyway, I named him Black and White Kitty and he is my new favorite. I carry him everywhere.