Hitchin' a Ride

Good news... I may not need Daddy to take me everywhere anymore.

I was looking out the window today and saw my neighbor Bailey cruising around in a new car. Sweet!! My friend's got some new wheels.

So Daddy and I went outside to check it out and she gave me a ride.

Where No Toddler Has Gone Before

Daddy and I had to go to the mall today (not that one, the other one) and pick up something for Mommy.

Normally that would be un-newsworthy, but when we walked up there was this HUGE line out by the movie theatre. I had no idea what was going on, and neither did Daddy right away. But then he figured it out. They were all waiting for some movie called Star Trek.

I couldn't believe that people would be sitting outside waiting for a movie that wasn't opening until the NEXT DAY, so I wanted to go check them out. But Daddy said no.

And I guess he was right. You don't want to get involved with anybody like that.

Beep Beep

A bit ago I told you about my plan to sing whenever Daddy got mad at me. The logic being if he was mad, I would do something cute and he wouldn't be mad anymore.

A slight problem came up when I realized that HE realized what I was doing. Cuts back on the effectiveness. And he must have been talking to Mommy, cuz I tried it on her last night and it didn't work there either.

So, today I figured that I had to come up with something new. Now, once again I know this is hard to beleive, but Daddy got a little upset with me today and I had a timeout.

When it was over, Daddy came over to talk about what I did and how we can avoid further unpleasantries. I knew he was kinda peeved at me, and I knew singing wouldn't work. So I looked him right in the eyes, reached out my finger and beeped him on the nose, mid-sentence.

Jackpot.

As hard as he tried, he couldn't hold in the laughter.

Droppin' Knowledge

Here is the best thing about going to my little pre-pre-school... for one morning a week, I don't have Daddy right there with me. I can be free, I can learn on my own.

The most fun thing about it all is that I can learn things that Daddy doesn't know I know. Then I can casually drop it in a conversation, and he has no idea where it comes from.

Example - today I was downstairs with him and I decided to blow his mind so I started counting in Spanish. It was just something I picked up at school, but he hadn't heard me do it before so it kinda freaked him out. He asked where I learned that, so I had to tell him.

But it was fun seeing the look on his face when I got to 'cinco'.

Sleeping is FUNdemental

I realized something over the weekend. One big difference between the crib and the big girl bed is the railings. Basically, cribs are like little prisons, and I guess that's kinda what I was used to.

So I was laying there "taking a nap" the other day thinking how much fun it would be if I had some books. I mean, I have books over on the shelf. How much fun would it be to read them.

Then it hit me... I can get out of bed. And if I can get out of bed, I can go over to my bookshelf and get some books. So I did. It was awesome. Reading is much more fun than napping.

Then, I realized something else. You now how when you wake up in the morning and have to wait for your Daddy to come in and get you up. Well, if you can get out of bed, you can get some books or some animals to play with.

No reason to just lay there, right?

Singing My Way Out of Trouble

As hard as it is to believe, sometimes Daddy gets a little upset with me. Yeah, I know, it sounds crazy, yet it is somehow true.

Anyway, I've come up with a new way to deal with him. I noticed that Daddy always likes it when I sing. He thinks it is super-cute. So, whenever I sense that Daddy is not exactly excited with what I am doing, I break into song.

You know, like "Hey Claire, knock it off"

"Ba, ba, Black Sheep, have you any wool..."

It worked for a bit, but now I think he is catching on. If he does, I'll have to think of something else equally adorable.

Counting to Two

I have a little problem with this entry. I've got some huge news, but Daddy says that talking about pooping isn't for a nice girl's blog like this, even when it did happen in the potty for the first time. So, I have to figure out another way to say it.

Yesterday, I took the Browns to the Super Bowl for the first time.