Forward Facing
12/02/17 19:39
Posted by: Becca
I got mail! Nan sent me some fancy new shoes...
and Nana sent me two new books. I thought I saw cookies in the package too - but they disappeared. I bet the bigs ate them and didn't share. They are like that.
I probably should lay off the cookies anyway.
When you do as much cooking as I do, you are bound to put a little bit of weight on.
The more observant of you will notice the bruise on my forehead. Don't blame my bigs. They try their hardest. They are just incompetent and let me trip all the time. They try to make up for their inability with fun outdoor activities.
It works sometimes.
When my teeth aren't hurting me, I am very silly.
Mom and Dad made Costa Rican breakfast for us this morning. Beans and rice, steak, eggs, and toast. Yum yum yum!
You'll notice yet another bruise on my forehead in the next picture. You're probably thinking - my god - those people are terrible parents. While I can't disagree, this was all me. I get going and I don't look down so I don't see big people's feet. This time I tripped on dad's foot and went flying into the corner of a chair. I hardly cried. I'm wicked tough.
I know I'm going on and on here, but it was an exciting week. My carseat got moved to the forward position. I LOVE it. I don't kick and scream and freak out when I have to get in the car anymore. Pop told my bigs to switch the seat around when he was here in DECEMBER. The bigs should listen to their bigs more often.
I also learned to climb stairs:
And, slide down on my belly:
Apparently this was the view when we were skiing today. I was napping, so I missed it.
Wait, so you made us wait because you were taking a picture of the view? Geez Mom!
What is double dipping?
What do you mean this is my hummus now?
I know - another sled picture. It's just so awesome.
Phew. I think I got away from mom. She was really mad that I was (a) eating a brownie and (b) eating it while running through the house. I think I'm in the clear now though.
Better finish it fast before she finds me.
It's 5:30 people! Time to make dinner. Do I have to do everything around here? I can't even reach the stove top! Fine, I'll just stand on my high chair.
I got mail! Nan sent me some fancy new shoes...
and Nana sent me two new books. I thought I saw cookies in the package too - but they disappeared. I bet the bigs ate them and didn't share. They are like that.
I probably should lay off the cookies anyway.
When you do as much cooking as I do, you are bound to put a little bit of weight on.
The more observant of you will notice the bruise on my forehead. Don't blame my bigs. They try their hardest. They are just incompetent and let me trip all the time. They try to make up for their inability with fun outdoor activities.
It works sometimes.
When my teeth aren't hurting me, I am very silly.
Mom and Dad made Costa Rican breakfast for us this morning. Beans and rice, steak, eggs, and toast. Yum yum yum!
You'll notice yet another bruise on my forehead in the next picture. You're probably thinking - my god - those people are terrible parents. While I can't disagree, this was all me. I get going and I don't look down so I don't see big people's feet. This time I tripped on dad's foot and went flying into the corner of a chair. I hardly cried. I'm wicked tough.
I know I'm going on and on here, but it was an exciting week. My carseat got moved to the forward position. I LOVE it. I don't kick and scream and freak out when I have to get in the car anymore. Pop told my bigs to switch the seat around when he was here in DECEMBER. The bigs should listen to their bigs more often.
I also learned to climb stairs:
And, slide down on my belly:
Apparently this was the view when we were skiing today. I was napping, so I missed it.
Wait, so you made us wait because you were taking a picture of the view? Geez Mom!
What is double dipping?
What do you mean this is my hummus now?
I know - another sled picture. It's just so awesome.
Phew. I think I got away from mom. She was really mad that I was (a) eating a brownie and (b) eating it while running through the house. I think I'm in the clear now though.
Better finish it fast before she finds me.
It's 5:30 people! Time to make dinner. Do I have to do everything around here? I can't even reach the stove top! Fine, I'll just stand on my high chair.
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