Posted by: Becca & Kyle
Mom and Dad make me do the dishes whenever I am bad (we have lots of clean dishes). That's why I am bad. I love doing dishes.



Here is another time this week when I was bad. We went for a hike. It started out OK.


I was riding in the backpack, and, at some point, I decided it would be fun to hit dad in the head and shriek. Repeatedly. So, the bigs made me walk. Alone. In the rain.

Silly bigs. There were puddles. I had so much fun.





I helped mom make flan. Somehow a whole egg, shell and all, made its way into the mixer. Mom is very patient. She got out all the shell, and I am still alive.

Dad made pumpkin waffles for breakfast. I was too full to eat them after helping him mix the batter.


Playground after a run.






Nana No No went home. Time to get MESSY.

You love me anyway, Nan.