coo's from the crib (or, my life as a baby)

daddy dinner time

last week, mommy had a couple of girl nights so daddy and i were on our own for dinner. so one night we made a pizza.

(note the m$m's in the corner. more on that later)

daddy let me sprinkle the cheese.

but he would not let me watch it cook too long.

today's forecast

calls for rain.

there's an egg on my head

oh, woah is me. let me start out by saying that i'm doing fine now.

but sunday morning was quite dramatic. as pictured here (and not so well i may add), i was not a happy camper a few days ago.

sunday morning started out so well. i woke up as usual, had some milk and played for awhile. after daddy got his lazy butt out of bed, i went into his room to say hi. we played for a bit and then he went into swapping out the bedding for the week (a normal sunday activity for the folks). i thought it was quite fun to be playing at the foot of the bed with the bedspread on the floor where it doesn't normally live. i was jumping up and down on it; looking through the iron bars of the foot board and generally supervising dad's progress.
i then started to run away. i can't for the life of me remember what i was so excited to go get because i stumbled on the edge of the bedspread for a couple of steps. i just couldn't catch my footing so i went head-first into the corner of my mom's dresser. see that line in the middle of the egg on my forehead? that's the point of impact. it immediately swelled and bruised up. tears were abundant from both me and mommy. the usual trick of putting frozen peas and/or french fries on my head boo boos just wasn't cutting it. the folks were frantic, mom was worried and wanted to call my doctor poppy (grand dad on mom's side) while dad generally felt like an asshole for causing the incident in the first place.

then the little einsteins came on. it helped tremendously. although my head still hurt, i got into the show so much that i calmed down and mommy was finally able to put on a cold compress & administer first aid. daddy was able to stop his nervous pacing.

i forgive him for leaving things in the way of my feet.

i do not forgive him for shoving the camera in my face at one of my worst moments. i look terrible. how insensitive can he be?!?!?

take me out to the ball game

friday night after school, mom and dad took me to a washington wild things game. it was a ton of fun. i got to eat chicken nuggets, french fries and ice cream as well as played on this killer playground that was there. it was just like my neighbors, but it was double wide. daddy grabbed some pix on his phone, but they're not as good quality as usual.

the lowlight of the day was when the big cat come around. i really didn't like him much and simply clung onto my mom's shoulder. but i can't stop thinking about him now. he ran down the steps and flipped over the railing. he ran on the dugout and slid at the end of it. it was crazy.

the best of all for me was that i got to stay up until 10:30. i saw fireworks on the drive home and just couldn't sleep i was so excited.