|Posing as Miss Snow White..aka Queenie|
|What are you looking at? I was cold after bath time one night, leave me alone.|
This is the other thing I can't handle...if he doesn't like his food at dinner, he sneakily slides it over to my high chair tray when no one is looking. I give him this dirty look by ducking my head down and looking up at him from the top of my eyelids, I swing my arms, and screech. He just gives mommy this cheesy little grin like he didn't do anything wrong when she turns around. Grrrr! I don't like green beans any more than he does...I DON'T WANT THEM. It's hard enough to dispose of those things myself without having to hide the ones he discards on my tray. A girl can only hide so many green beans behind her back.
Blake says: Well, I'm starting to get this whole family thing figured out. I have to say it sure beats my old home. Someone comes and gets me early in the morning, right after my first morning growl. What that crazy-haired girl doesn't know is, I do this so I can go back to mommy and daddy's room. I get a whole hour of one-on-one attention with daddy before everyone else wakes up and while mommy is exercising. We hide underneath the sheets. We play peek-a-boo. We wrestle and jump on the bed. We unfold all the clothes mommy folded the night before and left in the basket to be put away. We laugh. It is the best time of day for me!
Then right after that fun time of playing I get to eat breakfast. I have my own highchair now too...it even comes with food already attached to it. I can find some old raisins or crackers down on the bottom if I look and feel around really well. You can't beat that! The worse part about it is, I can't hit the target on the wall with my food, now. I am too far away. I'm going to have to keep working on my upper body strength during the day. I'll have to increase the number of times I drag the bar stools out of the kitchen and try to throw them down the steps. They are really heavy, and I have to drag them quickly because mommy always finds me right before I let them loose, so that will be a good workout challenge for me to get stronger. Anyway, with experimentation, I have realized that if a food is too crunchy, too hot to taste, is green, or smells funny, it has got to go. The farther I throw it, the lesser chance I'll have to see it again, usually. Especially if it hits the wall and begins to streak down to the floor...mommy gets so angry and caught up in cleaning the wall off she forgets to put the food back on my tray. Except for now, she interrupts my meal eating and meat throwing routine by sitting me on the floor to pick up my mess. I have had to be a bit more picky about what I toss, so I can at least sit and eat the food I like...otherwise I'm on the floor picking up food most of our dinner time. Can't have that. I am getting really close to walking too. I can push my little walk-behind toy all over the house and yard...almost fast enough to keep up with chubby girl. She just toddles a bit faster than me, but I'm getting close. I can cruise around the living room furniture, from table to chair. I can't get over how much different my legs feel now that I'm at my new house. Now I know why they are attached to my body, they are actually useful...not just two things dangling behind me and slowing me down when I army crawled on the floor. I am so glad for this because I tell you I DO NOT LIKE grass. When we go outside I used to have to just sit in that brown, scratchy stuff...I'd wave my hands in the air and cry. I still don't like the grass and leaves, but at least I can stand up now and not have to sit in it. Thank God for my red wagon too...phew, what a lifesaver. No grass for me, thanks. I'll sit or stand in my wagon.
|This was a game of shoot Snow White while she runs by...it was pretty fun!|