Need some expert advice here ...

It's hopeless I tell you ... just hopeless. I keep trying and trying, but I just can't make it all the way.

Can someone please critique my form/methods/execution and tell me what I'm doing wrong here?

Need a little assistance here ...

Avery 'crawling' around in her crib

This is just totally getting so frustrating ...

All I want to do is get from point A to point B in the crib, but while I frantically move my arms, hands, feet, and legs in every which direction, I'm always still stuck in the exact same spot I started. This is totally unfair ... I see babies on TV crawling all around all the time, so why can't I do it? I would have thought that all my physical training to date has made me buff enough to literally 'pull my own weight', right? I just don't get it ...

And I'm really really sick of that dumb baby staring at me all the time through that window ... I even get this funny feeling she's laughing at me as I wildly thrash about. And while I can admit that I probably do look quite funny during this process (sort of like an upside down turtle), just who exactly does she think she is? Stupid window baby!!!

Avery trying to get at that 'window baby'

My first own pet ...

Mommy and Daddy are always trying to pull a fast one on me, but this last time it was to surprise me with my first own pet!!! Now I really really love Scrappy, Scout-No, and Suzie, but how exciting is it that I'm seen as 'old enough' to have a pet that's all my own?

I sort of felt that Mommy wasn't just borrowing Grandma & Grandpa's spare truck because her own car broke down ... and low and behold, the real reason was to bring home Fluffy!!! I'm still not really sure why his temporary home/habitat was on top of and all around the block engine of the truck (maybe he likes to keep warm?) or even how Mommy was able to drive the truck all the way home like that without spilling Fluffy and his home everywhere along the way, but she did it. I think it was even a big surprise to Daddy too since he sort of jumped and yelled when Fluffy came running out from under the front bumper towards him after we got home ... Mommy sometimes likes to surprise Daddy too.

Fluffy's temporary home/habitat in the truck

I think it only took Daddy a few hours to collect and transfer Fuffy's home from the truck ... and I guess Fluffy is more of an outside pet since he ran straight into our backyard. I've been looking for him (and so have the dogs), but I haven't been able to take any pictures of him yet. When I do get a pic of him, Ill post it for all of you to see ... he's just so so cute!!!

Fluffy's habit collected and transferred

So, exactly how many weeks are in 60 years?

Avery with Grandpa on his birthday

I had a really fun time out at dinner the other night. We all went out for Grandpa's birthday where he just turned 60 years old ... yeah, 60 years old ... wow, huh ... that seems kind of old to me! Mommy and Daddy told me the other day that I just turned 16 weeks old, so I wondered, how many weeks are in 60 years? I kept asking this question over and over to everyone during dinner, but no one would answer me. One of them would just grab me and shuffle me outside to go for a walk ... how annoying, right?

So, I had time to figure it all out by myself today ... I googled "number of weeks in a year" and it's 52, so that means Grandpa just turned 60*52 = 3,120 weeks!!! No way ... that seems super duper old!!! In fact, that's around 200 times older than me (3,120/16 = 195).

That's just incredible!!!!

USA ... USA ... USA ...

Avery enjoying the Olympics at home

(in her new favorite chair)

I just love love love watching the Olympics ... I mean really, what's better than watching all of the world's best athletes compete with one other over the duration of just a few weeks??? All of those high level competitors (many unknown) from all around the world getting their 'moment in the spotlight' ... it's just such a beautiful thing to see. And I'm going out on a limb here, but I predict Phelps will win all 8 of those golds he's up for (especially after seeing that photo finish win of his seventh Beijing gold last night ... it just has to be his destiny).

Plus, I get to watch it all from my great new (well, new to me) favorite comfy lounging chair. My good friend Abbie gave it to me last week (since she could only wear it as a hat now) and look, it fits me just perfect!

Avery trying out her new favorite chair

Kick, Kick, Kick ...

Since I'm currently on this big tear with "all this wild kicking going on" (as Daddy would say), I decided to write another song and show off my new dance moves in my first ever video. I try to sing it in the tune of "Shake Your Booty" by KC & the Sunshine Band (get the tune here http://www.mp3lyrics.org/k/kc-the-sunshine-band/shake-your-booty/ ) ... hope you like it ... and no, I'm not singing the tune in the video (I'm not really that good of a singer ... yet).


Kick Your Feeties

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Everybody get down on the floor, let's kick!
Don't fight the urge, give yourself a chance, just kick!
Kick Kick Kick, Kick Kick Kick,
Kick your feeties! Kick your feeties!
Oh, Kick Kick Kick, Kick Kick Kick,
Kick your feeties! Just kick your feeties.
You know you can, oh yes, you just know you can.
You're the best darn kicker in the whole wide world, just kick!
Kick, Kick Kick, Kick Kick Kick,
Kick your feeties! Kick your feeties!
Oh, Kick Kick Kick, Kick Kick Kick,
Kick your feeties! Just kick your feeties.

Yeah ...
Kick Kick, Kick Kick!
Kick Kick, Kick Kick!

Yeah ...

Kick your feeties! Kick your feeties!
Kick Kick Kick, Kick Kick Kick,
Kick your feeties! Kick your feeties!
Oh, Kick Kick Kick, Kick Kick Kick,
Kick your feeties! Kick your feeties!!!
Yeah ...

Funny Faces

Sometimes when I'm bored or just goofing around the crib, I like to work on my facial impersonations of famous people ... you know, you never really know when something like that will come in handy (for job interviews, starting an acting career, cracking a joke with friends, ...). So get a load of these ... my best facial impersonations to date ...



Guess who this is ... this is my pose of that classic goofy photo of Albert Einstein (seen here: http://physics.about.com/od/alberteinstein/ig/Albert-Einstein-photos/Albert-Einstein-tongue-picture.htm ). Maybe high levels of goofiness and smarts do go hand-in-hand.

And this is me copying a silly Lily Allen moment, when she was in one of her weird moods (seen here: http://www.bestweekever.tv/bwe/images/2008/02/lily%20allen%20fist.jpg ). What a goofball.

And this is my famous Dick Cheney pose ... you know, his great hall-of-fame half-smile/half-smirk expression (seen here: http://www.newsgroper.com/files/legacy/ap080131015614.jpg ). His smirks just get better and better with his age, with I'm sure many more years of them to be witnessed ... although, he'll probably become a full cyborg soon enough and then his smirks will most likely become a little bit more robotic than fun and lovable.

And this is one of my favorites ... this is my serious mental anguish pose from Amy Sedaris' character Jerri Blank in 'Strangers With Candy' (seen here: http://www.peta2.com/outthere/page/amy-sedaris-FUR-72.jpg ). She is truly an underrated artist ... just way too funny.

And finally, this is my best-of-best ... guess who this one is??? It's just me being happy me (especially when I get to look up and see Mommy smiling down right at me).

Who's that baby in the window ...

So looks like money is tight around the house right now since I now have to SHARE MY CRIB with some other baby!?!? ... just how much rent can a baby tenant really bring in??? And the worse part about all of this is that Mommy and Daddy didn't even bother to ask me what I thought about this or even have the decency to introduce this baby to me ... like, how can they do that to me ... they are total unfair and just trying to ruin my life!!!!

Also, this baby seems like some sort of a weirdo ... he/she/it seems to always be staring at me whenever I look over towards 'it'. Is 'it' always watching me??? Creepy ... I'm glad we are at least separated by this window. It just seems like too much of a coincidence that whenever I look over towards 'it', 'it' just happens to be looking right back at me. My parents don't even know the kind of long term mental trauma they are inflicting on me by this whole mess!!!

I guess I could make at least one nice comment about this baby (since I'm always open to making friends with anyone) ... 'it' does have really nice hair and a gorgeous set of eyes (blue, just like mine). Maybe sometime when I'm less freaked out about all of this, I'll start up a conversation and ask where I can get my hair done up just like that.

Why yes, I am wearing a tiara ...

... didn't you know that I am a Princess ... a Princess from the far away lands of the Island Pacific??? How do you think I came about owning a horse at such a young age ... all princesses need a 'Beauty' to ride immediately after birth.

I know, I know ... I do hide this fact very well from most people (since I like to be treated as a commoner when around all these peasants), but I just love to wear my tiara around the house from time to time ... so I guess you caught me ... the cat is finally out of the bag. You may all treat me like the royalty I truly am from now on.

I really wish my parents would prefer to make a big deal about all of this ... me being their Princess daughter and all ... like, who else do they know that's a princess and everything??? I think they just want to keep me well grounded and not too spoiled ... I guess I can't fault them for that.

My parents are sooo dumb ...

... how dumb are they, you ask?

Well, my parents are sooo dumb that they didn't already know I can use my hands efficiently ... like duh, how did they think I could type these blogs on the computer each day. So, now they are really excited about how I like to grab at things now ... you know, like if I really really want something I just go and grab it (I'm a 'today' type of lady). It's just so funny how they are acting about me grabbing at stuff ... it's like they think I just discovered my hands and arms or something ... what a couple of maroons.

Avery holding her friend "Rainbow Worm"

Avery telling her friend "Rainbow Worm" a secret

Avery posing for a picture with her friend "Rainbow Worm"

Avery holding her friend "Rainbow Worm" like a baby

Duh, of course I can talk ...

It's about time that someone finally heard me speak!!!

I love Mommy and Daddy to death, but sometime they can be sooo neanderthal ... they like to repeat back to me some of the syllables I say (like "aaa", "coo", or "ooh"), but for whatever reasons, they just can't fully grasp the structured sentences I say to them all the time during our conversations.

Grandma seems to be more on the ball though ... she told everyone how she distinctly heard me say "What" and "Hi" the other day. Although that is a huge improvement over what everyone else can hear me say, she still didn't grasp the full content of what I had said, which was "I'm not sure that I agree with what the Fed is doing about dealing with these high economic pressures we current have in today's markets."

Sigh ... maybe someday they will all hear me ... perhaps next month, when I turn 4 months old.

Kidnapped (but in a good way) ...

Last weekend was so much fun ... I got to spend a lot of time with my Great Auntie Sherry who flew out just to visit me! She (with Grandma's help) even stole me away for a day so we could do all sorts of fun stuff together ... like playing with me, reading to me, holding me close, talking to me, and even bringing out Bot too when I was tired and hungry. The best thing of all was that Great Auntie Sherry gave me a really awesome gift tee shirt ... but I'm not sure why Daddy didn't like it so much ... he just said "Great", but in that sort of sarcastic tone he sometimes has.

Great Auntie Sherry with Avery (wearing her gift)

(note that Avery's gift tee shirt reads "Someday I'm going to demand a pony")

Big day at the office ...

It was a very constructive week at the office where I ... what? ... you didn't know I had a job ... I haven't mentioned that before? Well, what do you think I do with all my free time each week? You know, being a baby and doing "baby like" stuff is so very very easy for me where I need to challenge myself more just so I don't get too bored ... besides, I need to start saving for my first pony!

Now I'm sure there are some doubts out there about all of this since I don't know many other babies that work, so here's some snapshots from a big important work day I had last week ...

Morning meeting

We were talking about the big presentation/demo that was scheduled for later in the day with the customer when Henry the Horse just told a good joke (I'm not sure I can repeat it on this forum, but it was really funny).

Lunchtime with Mommy

Mommy visits (with Boobie of course!) and we all have a nice lunch everyday (and even some playtime too).

Reviewing the Johnson account

The main goal of the Johnson account was to produce a new/different toy product that does not need a stored power source, such as a battery. I'm the lead designer/engineer/marketing/financial guru on the project.

Conference call

Actually, I was just calling the secretary to ask her to contact my Mommy to bring me a new onesie ... I have a little bit of a drooling problem (which I've read is normal for babies), but I don't want to look like a messy baby for the big presentation today.

Demo of the "Magic Butterfly"

This is still sensitive material (so don't share this with our competitors), but we wanted to bring to the marketplace a new toy that leveraged off of the kicking power of babies. As you can see from the demo, the "Magic Butterfly" does just that ... as I kick my legs wildly, the kicking energy transfers to the toy and the "Magic Butterfly" sings, moves, and even performs a light show. The customer loved it (especially the big boss in the suit, Mr. Frog). I think I'll be able to afford that pony very very soon!!

Whoa ... who's the hunk!?

Avery meets Nick

My parents don't fool me ... I know this was a total setup. Like they would want to sit around and hang out with other people besides me ... no way. They just wanted me to meet Nick ... and boy o' boy, is he cute or what? He might be a little older than me, but what's a few months, right girlfriend? I just have to play it real cool ... guys love it when girls play it cool!

More than words can say ...

I just love it, love it, love it ...

I can't even explain just how much I love being on "the changing table", as Mommy and Daddy call it. It's where Mommy and Daddy clean me up, which always makes me feel so much better, and even unclog my nose from time to time too. Although, I don't know why they still refuse to let me use the toilet ... I guess they need to be needed???

Anyway, instead of painfully trying to explain this love affair in words, I thought I would choreograph an interpretive representation of it in my first feature film (below). Make sure to turn up the sound!

All on the Table

If I can't yet walk, then how do I "go for a walk"?

Sometimes it seems like this one simple sentence can make the whole house explode ... Mommy and Daddy start running around saying it over and over again which in turn causes the dogs to go completely berserker (jumping and even squealing at times) and then Suzie starts meowing constantly too (mostly when she is getting trampled by Scrappy and Scout-No) ... so with all this craziness around me, is it any surprise that I also start getting all rev'ed up and get a little loud too???

So then Mommy or Daddy quickly plop me into my cozy peach chair and fasten me into my slick high-tech rocket ship where suddenly out the door we blast off ... finally, freedom from those same four walls I have to look at every minute of every day. Onward to new lights, new sounds, new spaces ...

Mommy usually steers my rocket ship while Daddy takes care of the hounds (where usually it looks more like they are taking care of him). We first sail over a sea of bumpy surfaces, traverse through the wilderness of urban growth, and finally arrive at my favorite stop, where I can see/taste/smell all the fields of greenery for miles and miles and miles.

Walking through the Fields of Greenery (does this look safe to you???)

Most of the time during these adventures I fall into dreams that take me for really really long walks, but after the 'fields of greenery' stop, I never really know where we go since I usually always just wake up back in the middle of those same four walls again, watching Mommy and Daddy eating dinner (with an occasional glance towards me). You would think that they would have the common courtesy to wake me up after we get back home (maybe so I could eat dinner too???) ... funny how they never do that ... maybe they don't want to interrupt my beauty sleep???

Now there's no way this should even be considered safe, right?

So now I'm a fashion accessory?!?!

So ... I'm not sure how I should feel about being seen as a "fashion accessory" ... I mean I know I'm 'cute as a button' and all, but am I really something to be worn around town??? I am a human being after all (a very small one, but still one none the less). Aren't there rights to protect babies from this kind of ... this ... embarrassing type of stuff? I think I'm going to need to get a good lawyer to prohibit my parents from embarrassing me like this all the time ...

And this all started today when Mommy and Daddy were talking to each other, saying "blab blab blab baby Bjorn blab blab blab baby Bjorn" and so I thought I was going to get to play with some other kid today, but then the next thing I know is that I'm being strapped into this huge contraption around Mommy's upper body. Worse yet, I knew Boobie was hanging out right around there, but she was trapped behind the contraption ... so close, but yet so far away ... oh, the horror!

Mommy, Baby Bjorn, and Avery

And then Daddy wanted to strap me on and strut around the house too ... like I guess I don't get a say in what they do to me? I'm only two months old and my parents are already suffocating me. What will they do next ... put me on top of their head and wear me like a hat! Please, if anyone has the number to a good child advocate lawyer, please forward it to me asap!!!

Daddy, Baby Bjorn, and Avery

Bot is no Boobie ...

I have a brand new good good friend now ... well, he's sort of a friend I guess, he's my own little robot. He mostly hangs out when I'm just with Daddy or Grandma. He even feeds me milk too (just like Boobie does) although sometimes the milk is either too cold or too warm, so I don't think he's a really smart robot. And then one time he tried hanging out with me, Boobie, and Mommy, but that was just a complete mess ... I mean really, who needs a robot when I have Boobie around.

Grandma, Bot, and Avery

Mommy and Daddy like to call him Bottle, but I like to call him Bot (short for roBot, get it?). Anyway, Bot is ok, but he's not as fun and wild as Boobie is ... no, no way! I don't think anyone will ever take the place of my best friend Boobie ... she's just way too awesome ... everyone should have some kind of Boobie best friend!!!

Daddy, Bot, and Avery

Ode' to Auntie Em ...

I overheard Mommy talking today about Auntie Em. She said "Auntie Em is really stressed out lately" about all sorts of stuff. So, since songs always make me happy, I thought I would write one for her ...

I call it "The Best Auntie Em in the Whole Wide World" and it's sung to a tune that goes something like this ... Baa La da Duh, La da Duh, La da, Bom Bom Bom.


The Best Auntie Em in the Whole Wide World

You are the best auntie a girl could ever want ...
You are the best auntie I would ever want ...
You are loud and really tall, and I love it when you carry me all day long ...
You are the best auntie a girl could ever want ....


Even if you live so very far away ...
In my heart you shall always stay ...
On the phone when you call, I hear your voice then recall ...
You are the best auntie a girl could ever want ....


I can't wait till I get to see you yet again ...
We'll have so much fun like before, but yet again ...
We can talk, laugh, and play, the days will waste away ...
You are the best auntie a girl could ever want ....


I can't wait to do fun stuff with just you ...
What kind of stuff can I do that I'm not suppose to? ...
I want to do it all, Daddy says "Just no tattoo" ...
You are the best auntie a girl could ever want ....


Someday I'll visit "The Big Apple" to come see you ...
We can ride the subways and I promise to hold your hand ...
And no I won't run away, like you did when you were my age ...
You are the best auntie a girl could ever want ....


You are the best auntie a girl could ever want ...
You are the best auntie I would ever want ...
You are loud and really tall, and I love it when you carry me all day long ...
You are the best auntie a girl could ever want ....


Hope that makes it all better, Auntie Em.

My first horse ...

Guess what I got today!!! Mommy's horse riding friend Bobbi (yes, not Boobie, but Bobbi) gave me "my first horse" and she's so so so pretty! I'm going to name her Beauty! Good thing Aunt Em got me that riding outfit so I can jump on her and start riding right away.

Avery riding Beauty

I remember that when I was at the spa Mommy would talk about horses, take me on rides, and I could even hear them make sounds too. They made sounds like this ... http://www.horses.co.uk/audio/horse01.wav

Now I'm not sure what Daddy's deal is, but he doesn't seem as happy about Beauty as me and Mommy ... he just keeps saying, "Oh no ... is this going to make Avery want a real horse when she gets older. How much do horses cost?" So I don't know ... maybe Daddy is just afraid of horses ... I'll have to fix that.

But maybe I don't want to join the military ...

Alright ... now I'm starting to get a little worried here ... I thought Mommy and Daddy were just playing around and having fun with me, but now I'm starting to see past all their trickery ...

For over the last month, we have been playing "Tummy Time" a lot where it's a way for me to exercise my neck muscles while on my belly (at least that's the definition on Wikipedia). But while I would exercise, Daddy would keep telling me "Push Avery, push ... push your feet against my hand. Look honey, she already crawling!" where I would do what Daddy would say to get him all happy and such, even though I wasn't really that into it (I mean really, couldn't he see that my face would drag against the ground whenever I pushed ... talk about "tummy time road rash").

"Push Avery, push"

"Look ... she's crawling!"

Anyway, now Mommy and Daddy are both trying to get me to roll over ... like what am I, some kind of dog? And what's the point anyway in doing this?? Sometimes I like to be on my back and sometimes I like to be on my belly, so why can't they just always flip me over to the other side when I tell them to?

Rolling off the belly ...

... darn shoulder always gets stuck ...

... over to the back

So, today it finally occurred to me what they are really up to ... they are secretly training me to be a covert operative for the military. I've seen the "Army of One" videos (I watch MTV) ... I know what's involved with all that training.

Even "feet off the ground" push-ups??!!

I would have never figured them as McCain supporters ... since you know that he wants all parents to start training their babies for the military to get more troops for the war (at least that's what Alex's mom says in this video ... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sq30lapbC9c ).

So again, I am pleading with the whole blogosphere to help me explain to them that I don't want to train for the military right now ... jeez, I just want to be a baby.

Dinner out tonight ... yeaaaah!

Yeaaaah ... we all went out to dinner tonight and it was so much fun! Mommy and Daddy put me in my cozy peach chair all snug and tight, then into the car we went. Thank goodness it was only a 5 minute drive down the street so that I wouldn't fall asleep and miss out. We walked in and immediately I knew this was going to be super fun!! The lights, the noise, the atmosphere ... EVERYTHING was going on EVERYWHERE around me ... and then everyone said that I was just so cute, so I told Mommy to unbuckle me from my seat so that I could be held for all to see!!! And then it just got better and better each minute with getting passed back and forth between Mommy and Daddy every couple of minutes ... so much fun!!!! And then when Mommy and Daddy were served their dinner, I wanted to join them and play with Boobie ... just awesome fun! In fact, Mommy and Daddy had so much fun with me too that they just kept passing me back & forth, back & forth, and back & forth ... so much super duper fun!!!!!!


But just like all good things must come to an end, we started to get ready to leave. And I don't know what happened next since I started to feel this overpowering urge to ... to ... I was just so sleepy that I fell right asleep. Good thing that didn't happen an earlier, especially during our great dinner party!!!

Does this Onesie make me look fat???

I'm totally freaking out today and I have no idea what to do about it ... I need your help ... please!!!

The day started out great, just like any other ... I slept great and was just having a great conversation with Boobie while finishing up my morning snack when this big old beast of a contraption was brought out. Mommy then slowly put me into it and then got all excited ... she said "I can't believe it, she's at 9 pounds now ... that around a three pound gain in the last 4 weeks!"

Now I don't know how to count yet, but if I punch the numbers into Excel and use a simple straight forward "Compound Interest" formula, the results are staggering. From my analysis, I'll weigh over 500 lbs by my first birthday!!!

Now it's not like I'm a rocket scientist (like Daddy), but unless I've made a major mistake somewhere (which isn't very likely), it looks like I'm on the path towards joining this national child obesity problem we have here in the US! Plus, I should note that I'll look like a beached whale ... well, a very small beached whale since I'll most likely only be 2-3 ft tall!!!

Please look over my analysis (below) and let me know if I've made some sort of wrong calculations. I started with my original birth weight (~ 6 lbs) and used the percent increase that I had for this second month (~ 50%) to project forward.

Avery's weight prediction

I have to show my analysis to Mommy and Daddy before it's too late to stop this ... maybe you can help. Can someone please talk to them about this ... or wait, remember they were really happy about this month's weight gain, so maybe they really are idiots! Forget trying to talk with them, please just call the police (or the coast guard) for me to get them involved!!!

Avery's First Dress

This morning Mommy put a dress on me ... my first dress ever. I guess it looks nice ... well, almost anything would be a huge improvement over those dreadful Onesies they always put me in.

And I'll have to ask Mommy someday where all her "fashion sense" is that she claims to have? And I know Daddy can't help me in this area ... he dresses himself like an engineer most of the time or even worse yet, like a big overgrown goofy kid ... boring! ... stupid boring!

Maybe someday they'll surprise me and take me out on a shopping spree ... that is, if they ever take me out anywhere at all, like to the mall to "go shopping".

I just can't wait till I get my drivers license so I can take myself shopping anytime I want ... that will be just awesome!!!

Smiling is easy ...

You would have thought that I just won the Nobel Prize today the way mommy and daddy where acting ... all I did was move my mouth around until they got all happy and excited, so what's the big deal? I guess if they like this smiling business, I'll do it more often for them ... it's way way easy. Boy o'boy, these guys are way too easy to please ...

Almost ...

Almost ...........

There it is ... Avery's first smile!

"Bath" ???

Such a nice day ruined by yet another "new experience" ... so I was just minding my own business (trying to sleep or maybe trying have "poop business" in my diaper, I forget exactly what I was in the middle of doing) when here comes daddy saying "bla bla bla bath" and "bla bla bla bath bla bla bath bla bla bla bath". And then before you know it, the next thing I know is that I'm buck naked and being lowered into what looks like some sort of lounge chair, except it's submerged under water with "white scariness" all around. Then as a lot more "bla bla bla's" are being said from both of them (yes, mommy was in on it too) I start to feel wetness ALL AROUND ME ... what the heck is a bath and why does it feel so wet? Now, I don't like a wet diaper, so why would I want to sit in wetness all around me ... I'm really starting to think that my parents are complete morons!!! So, with nowhere to run, I was forced to do what only I can do best ... "waaaa waaa waaaa waaaa waaa" ... "waaaa waaa waaaa waaaa waaa" ... where I also added in a lot of kicking and thrashing about to communicate my extreme unhappiness (yes, my parents still haven't bothered to learn my language yet).

I think it was Mark Twain that said "A man who carries a cat by the tail learns something he can learn in no other way.", so hopefully they got my message about this bath business loud and clear.

The only good thing I can say is at least it was quick and will most likely never happen again ... and in retrospect, I guess I do look really cute in my lamb towel ... don't you think?

Ode' to my best friend, Boobie

I came up with a little song the other day while I was snacking in honor of my best best friend in the whole wide world, Boobie. I sing it in the tune of "Wooly Bully" by Sam the Sham & the Pharaohs, (get the tune here http://www.songfacts.com/detail.php?id=4366 ) ... hope you like it ...


Ode' to my best friend, Boobie ...

One, two, three, four
All right
Watch it, watch it
Say there

I have this best friend ...
Who's big and fun ...
And she feeds me milk ...
Any time I want.

Boobie Boobie, Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie.

When I get to see her ...
She gets me so excited ...
We play fun games ...
And I nap on her too.

Boobie Boobie, Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie.

Hey watch it now ...
Watch it, watch it

She's so so great ...
She even smells like mommy ...
I just can't get enough ...
Lets play all day.

Boobie Boobie, Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie ...
Boobie Boobie.

You got it, you got it ...
Yeaahhh ...