Portrait

The only show Mommy lets me watch on TV is Golden Girls. I suppose it's starting to show.

What, you don't like my hot-rolled hair and wacky-print shift?

It's almost summer!

--but you'd hardly know it from the chilly weather we've been having. So I've been spending a lot of time hanging out in my newly refinished playroom/basement/office (I have to share it with my parents; the office chairs are theirs, not mine).


The only thing missing is a full-length mirror. I've taken to wandering in front of the one upstairs, in the buff. It's great fun to lift my legs up and pose in all kinds of strange positions while watching myself in the mirror. Naked time! Mom says she hopes I never lose that confidence. I don't intend to, and I feel sorry for anyone who does.

Rabbit rabbit!

Gaah! Here we are into April already and no post for over a month. My apologies! Life has been busy, to say the least. My 'rents went to Australia and I went up north to stay with Mimi and Grandpa Ray. My cousins Kate and Siri came up to stay, and hoo boy, that was an eventful week. Siri and I are only 2 weeks apart, so we're like twins, almost. (Siri's mommy is my daddy's sister -- convoluted, I know... still trying to get my head around that.) Anyway, Siri and I are buddies, as illustrated in this pic. I'm not much of a hugger, so you KNOW I like her.

I'm Two!

As of February 21, I'm two years old. Two!! Twice as many as one, infinitely as many as zero. Or so my mommy says. When I was one and a half, she taught me to say "one and a half, going on two" whenever anyone asked me how old I was. Now I can't seem to get that out of my head. She's been trying to reprogram me to say "I'm two years old," but it's just not catching. What I can do, though, is recite the first 20 or so lines from The Jabberwocky, which I think more than makes up for it. Don't you?

Matching Jammies

My Grandma Susie and Grandpa Bob sent these coordinating jammies for Cowgirl and me. As you can see, they have personalized poop hatches. I can't wait to put mine to the potty-training test. As for Cowgirl's, well... this should be interesting.

Serene

A few weeks ago I had my first modeling assignment ever. There were three costume changes, and nothing for refreshment except a packet of mini Fig Newtons and some water. It was grueling. But you'd never know it from my face, would you? Score one for my innate acting skills. Or should that be score one for the photographer's skills?

Enter December

How did we pass a whole month without a picture? Look alive, Mommy, please. If you miss the opportunity to document even a moment of my childhood I'll forever have an empty place in my heart.

So--new picture for December?

Excellent.