I went to a wedding ceremony with mom and dad. I learned two things - that an hour is a LONG time to sit quietly and that wedding programs taste delicious. The day after the wedding, I got to play in the pool, which was totally cool. We also went out for breakfast, which was great, 'cause I got to sit in my highchair, play with spoons, and eat hashbrowns and avocado off of Mommy's plate.
I have learned what it means to be conflicted. The 'rents gave me a popsicle and it was delish - I wonder why prune juice popsicles aren't mass-marketed?? (Note to self - contact the Flav-O-Ice folks about this.) I loved the taste, but popsicle was so cold that it hurt my tender gums. I'd cry when I ate the popsicle because it was too cold and I'd cry when the popsicle was taken away. It made me miserable, and yet I couldn't control my craving for more. Daddy explained that this was "inner conflict" and that I could expect much more of this throughout my life. Gee, thanks.
Hi all! I just wanted to share with you some pictures of this past weekend. Daddy bought me a cool new pool (something about this is why we have a yard and live in suburbia). I had a ball of a time splashing away in it. After a while, my toes got wrinkly and I got cold, so Mommy took me into the warm sun and gave me cuddles and kisses. Summer is the best.