Stuff [because I'm running out of titles]

I'm back with a few photos, tales of adventure, and the new things I've been saying that will make your toes curl with their cuteness.


Let me start with Wednesday: first, I went down the street to go swimming in the neighborhood pool, and then my picnic at Wade Oval got rained out, but my friends Marixa and Jim came over to my house instead, and I got reacquainted with them. My parents told me they were coming, but I hadn't seen them in a while, so I felt weird when they arrived and I hid in my room. I could see that my parents liked them, though, and Marixa kept talking to me from the doorway, and in a few minutes it was like old times. We ate my current favorite food - pizza! - and then went for a ride in the wagon to Momocho to pick up guacamole and chips - maybe my second most favorite food! - and brought them back home. I knocked over a couple of bottles of beer in my urgent lunges for the chips, but it was otherwise an excellent evening. In fact, I can't stop thinking about Jim and Marixa - every time we get in the car, I ask, "Jim's house?" and when my parents tell me we're getting ready to see some person or another, I ask, "See Marixa?" I really, really dig them.


Thursday, I got my hair cut for the third time ever. I was feeling kind of out of sorts, so I wasn't as excited about the fun music and animal crackers and movies as in the past, but the stylist let me sit on Daddy's lap, which helped a little, and when it was over I got a prize - a duck in a soccer jersey with a soccer ball! Man, I love that soccer duck. After my haircut, we went to a park behind the Target in Fairview Park; it had a really cool playground plus big soccer fields and baseball diamonds. I had never been on a baseball field before, so that was cool; I stood on the pitcher's mound and threw a pretend ball to Mommy, and she pretended to hit it, then Daddy pitched to me while Mommy showed me how to hit. Some high school kids were playing in a marching band on the next field, and I loved running around the outfield and marching along with them!


Later, I went to Joel and Lynn's house and got to play outside with my neighbor Isaac. We played with my big green ball, but my neighbor Alta was too little to play, because she is maybe six or seven months old, so every once in a while I put the green ball in her lap for a few seconds, and I think she liked it. Isaac's mom, Danielle, brought brownies that were soooo delicious, and I would have eaten the whole container if the big people wouldn't have kept hiding them from me, which ticked me off. When I had worn myself out and was ready to go home, my parents just kept yakking away, so I finally had to throw my juicebox and then my green ball over Joel and Lynn's fence so they would get the message. Sheesh. Sometimes they are really, really dense.

Friday, I went to the Library and read a book about a little blue truck and then had a banana for lunch at Johnny Mango's. My friend Maggie was coming over, and Mommy asked me what I thought Maggie and I could do together. I thought about it and then told her, "Um, play cars, aaaaaand read books, aaaaaand ride wagon." When Maggie came over, we were happy to see each other and had a good time playing and eating peanut butter quesadillas, but when it was bedtime, Maggie got really sad and cried for her mommy. My mommy was holding her but she was still sad, so I climbed up with them and got in Maggie's face and told her, "Maggie, I come," in a comforting tone. She kept crying, but I think it secretly made her feel better that I was there.


Yesterday, I went to breakfast with Nonna and Mommy, but I didn't feel like eating. The booth we were sitting in had a curved top that was just the right width to be a rolling road for my cars, and I had a good time racing them down the hill, until I lost my cars in the tiny little gap between the booth and the wall. I was pretty upset and did not want Mommy and Nonna to keep talking while my cars were lost, so we all got up and Mommy tried to scoot them out with her knife, but she couldn't get them, so our server had to come over with a HUGE knife to get them out. It was pretty exciting.

Last evening, after we picked up Daddy from work, we went to Euclid Creek Reservation, a park I had never seen before, for a birthday party for my friend David. He is my friend Orson's daddy, and I was really, really happy to see Orson. He is a year old than me and knows how to do cool stuff like play catch with a baseball. I got to eat a ton of potato chips and some red birthday cake, and I drank from an actual water fountain. My parents forgot to take pictures, so you'll have to take my word for it, but below is a picture of me with Orson and his sister Zelda from last week when they came over.



Later today, I'm going to go see my friend Greg play in a band. Mommy told me yesterday that we were going, and asked if I remembered Greg and Dyan. I thought really hard, then told her, "Bidge," which is my way of saying, yes, I remember hanging out with them under the Detroit Superior Bridge a couple of months ago. I have to take my nap now, though, so I feel good when we go to the concert. Tomorrow, I'm going to Tennessee to see Grandpa. My parents have been telling me we're getting ready to go, but for some reason they won't just take me there now. They keep telling me about "tomorrow" and about it being after I sleep tonight, but I say, if we're going anyway, why wait? Sometimes, they drive me nuts.

P.S. I still have pictures to show you from Argentina and from Florida, but maybe this week I can get my mommy to just make a little movie of them, and then I'll post it here for you to see. And here are some pics of me going to the lake last week with Bailey:

Is this thing on?

Hi, guys. I've been waiting for Mommy to download and sort my photos, but she says that every time she sits down to do it, I divert her attention to my wants and/or needs. So, for now, I'll just tell you about what I've been up to, and when she gets it together, I'll post the pics. OK? OK!

I should tell you first about my visit to Florida, to see my cousin Johnny. This time, I could play with him and converse with him way better than I ever could before now, so it made playing together so much cooler. One of my favorite things was to play cars with him, with his cars and racetrack from the "Cars" movie. My favorite car is Lightning McQueen ("NYT-nee MaKEEEE!") but I like the others, too, like Chick Hicks and the Sheriff. Johnny taught me how to run the racetrack this time, because I was too little last time I went to his house, and I was really, really proud to do it myself.

Another thing I liked doing was riding the carousel at the mall. I learned the word "carousel" the week before, when I rode the big carousel in Buenos Aires, and now I am a big fan. One time, Johnny rode a motorcycle while I rode in a car, and another time I rode in a duck. We also had a good time at home, in his backyard, hanging out with Nonna. This time, I was big enough to climb up on Johnny's slide by myself, and sliding is probably my favorite outdoor activity ever. We also played with some balls and did a little digging in the backyard, and one evening Uncle John even put on a little fireworks show for us, and I couldn't stop saying "wow!"

We took a little road trip while we were in Jacksonville to Orlando. We got to eat awesome ("awesome" being one of my new favorite words) snacks in the van, like Doritos and vanilla sandwich cookies, and watch "Caillou" over and over again on the DVD player. Johnny and I both love to watch "Caillou" and always agreed that we wanted it turned on whenever we got in the van.

When we got to Orlando, we went to the airport and picked up my daddy. I was happy to see him and sit by him in the van after not seeing him for almost a week! We put on my "No!" CD, and when the song "Fibber Island" came on, I turned to my daddy and smiled and said, "Good song!" Then we went to a condo where we could all stay together, and Uncle Jon came, too, and then Johnny and I were really happy, because Uncle is one of us boys! We had fun eating pizza together and watching Dora and Diego and going swimming with our daddys and taking baths in the giant jacuzzi tub. An extra treat was the arrival of Alex and Jessica and Aunt Kathy and Uncle Dave. We had lunch together, and they brought Johnny and me each our very own microphones. That evening, we put on a little concert for everyone, and they all cheered for us.

One other thing I wanted to tell you about was my last night in Jacksonville. Nonna and Aunt Lissa were hanging some pictures, and I saw some baby pictures in the hallway. I asked Nonna about them, and when she said they were of my brother, I said, "Hans." My parents talk to me about my brother sometimes, but they were surprised I put it all together. Listen, I pay attention to everything. Just because I don't always say so doesn't mean I don't know what's going on, people.

After being away from home for three weeks, I was happy to get back to my favorite place - home (or as I like to call it, "MY-no's houth!"). Mommy and I went to Target to get some fresh milk and stuff, and when we walked down one aisle, there were three big girls talking to other in Spanish. I surprised everyone when I turned to them, waved, and yelled, "HOLA!" But I had just spent a week and a half in places where everyone was speaking Spanish, even my parents sometimes, and I know Spanish when I hear it!

I've been having some good times since I've been home. One day, I went to a big outdoor mall with my parents where there was a different kid ride in front of almost every store. I got to ride a train and a bulldozer, but after that my parents walked me across the parking lot instead of down the sidewalks, because I was obsessed with riding those machines! After we shopped, I thought we were going to Oma's house because the road looked like the one going to her house. My parents explained that we were in Aurora and later Peninsula and not in North Olmsted, but now that I was thinking about going to Oma's house, I could talk about nothing else, so my mommy called Oma and then I talked to her one on the phone for almost eight minutes, which is a personal record. I felt a little better after we talked, and then we ate dinner in a restaurant next to a train station, where I saw a navy blue locomotive and an orange caboose, and after dinner (at which I ate four pickles and a few french fries but nothing else) the two big guys at the table next to us leaned over and complimented me on how amazingly well behaved I was, and my parents were extremely proud of me.

Another day, my friends Zelda and Orson and their parents David and Toni came over, and I got to eat pizza in the living room! I was thrilled to get to play with such big kids, and after dinner we three kids rode together in my wagon to the Gather Round Farm. The chickens were having a first birthday party, and we took them some beets as a present, and we got to run around between all the crops, and it was wonderful. When they got in their car to go home, I yelled, "Bye, friends!" and then "Thanks for your help!" which was a little confusing to my parents but I knew what I meant.

This week, Mommy and I went to the Natural History Museum, which was the coolest museum I think I have ever visited. There were all kinds of animals and fish, plus all of these HUGE dinosaur skeletons. Downstairs, there's a big room of stuff that kids can touch and do, which was my favorite part. I helped some big kids sift some sand to search for fossils, and I did some puzzles and also looked through microscopes. I can't wait to get back there!

Yesterday, I went to Maggie's house for dinner, and I got to play on the porch with Maggie, which was cool, because Maggie has started walking and we can do more stuff together. She has a fire hat, which I loved, and two dogs, who loved me.

I have been putting new words together into ever-more-complex sentences lately, and I'm grasping some new concepts, such as the fact that food and drinks need to be prepared before I can have them, and that the preparation takes time. When I was younger, I used to freak out if I asked for milk and it wasn't handed to me that very second, but now when someone is filling my cup or cutting my fruit or cooking my veggie sausages, I remind myself to be patient by saying "makin' it" or "cookin' it" and it makes it easier to hang on. I'm also toying with the concept of "you" and trying to sort out how to use it exactly. Sometimes I get it turned around, like when I ask my parents, "Carry you?" or "Read it to you?" or (my mommy's favorite) "Bring it to you?" - I'm asking to be carried or read to, not offering to put them on my back, but thank goodness my parents understand what I mean, or I would need to see a chiropractor. Other times, I get the "you" part right but get the word order turned around, like when I was saying good-bye to my daddy in Houston a couple of weeks ago, I held his face and said sadly, "Daddy miss you."

I'm also getting the whole birthday concept down. I'm still talking about the ice cream cake and singing "Happy Birthday" from my cousin Bailey's birthday in June, and I like to practice singing "Happy Birthday to Milo" all the time. When I was in Jacksonville, I got to help Uncle John blow out his birthday candles and eat his ice cream cake, which made me so happy, and I've been watching an episode of "Blue's Clues" about Joe's birthday over and over again. When my birthday comes, next week, I am going to be totally prepared!

Today, I'm going on a picnic, but I need to get a nap in before I go if I want to have a good time later, and I think I've at least covered the highlights of the last couple of weeks, so I will sign off for now, but I'll be back with pictures as soon as I can. I promise!

Still Traveling

Checking in to let you know I am still on the road but am having so much fun I haven't had time to stop and blog. I'll write more about Argentina later, but when I arrived in Houston, Mommy and I said bye-bye to Daddy and came to Jacksonville to see my cousin Johnny. Below are some pictures to prove it! I'll write more later, when I've settled down a bit.

4 Countries in 40 Hours, And Other Vacation Highlights

¡Hola, chicos! Greetings from Buenos Aires, where it's a sunny, er, brisk 55 degrees. Surprised to find me here? Well, I was surprised, too. For about three days, ever time I woke up, I was somewhere completely new! But such is the life of a stand-by jet-setter like me.

As of Monday night, we had planned to fly to Houston and from there to Quito or Panama City and then on to Quito. But at the airport Tuesday morning, the Houston flight had filled up, so we had breakfast and had some races up and down the concourse before flying to Newark. Then we spent all day in the Newark airport (which does not have a play area that I could find, like Cleveland does) before getting seats to Panama. I had successfully avoided taking a nap all day long, so when we got on that plane, I was not inclined to follow flight rules. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't get Daddy all the way out of his seat so I could stretch out, despite my best efforts, so when we arrived in Panama at 10 pm, I was wired. My parents favorite hotel didn't have any rooms, so we had to go to another hotel...in the end, it was all the way into the next day before I got to bed. I've never stayed up so late in my whole life since I started sleeping through the night!

The next day, we still couldn't get to Quito, or anywhere else in the Western Hemisphere, except for Montevideo, so that's where we went. Before we left Panama, we went to Plaza Bolivar, in Casco Viejo, for lunch outside, and I chased a bunch of pigeons and a cat and played with some big kids who had just gotten out of school. We had just enough time for ice cream at Graniclement (I had white chocolate!) before heading back to the airport.

In Plaza Bolivar

Mommy's paella, with a giant langosta on top!

I love me some french fries!

The flight to Montevideo was overnight, and this time, I slept a little better, if not all the way through. I had never been to Uruguay (or Panama, for that matter) before, so I was up for anything, but over breakfast at 4:30 am in the airport, my parents decided to go on to Buenos Aires and stay put for the rest of our vacation rather than splitting our time between Montevideo and Buenos Aires. So we got on one more plane, a commuter flight across the Río Plata, went to an office where we arranged for an apartment, and here we are!

I love Buenos Aires. Everyone here, big and small, stops on the street to talk to me. I am really good at saying "hola" and "ciao" which makes me extra popular. There are playgrounds everywhere, which makes me so happy. We go to a different one every day - and in the park we went to yesterday, Parque Lezama, there was even a merry-go-round, which I had never ridden before, because I was too little, but this time I got to ride it, twice! The first time, I drove a red car, and the second time I rode a white horse that went up and down.

The merry-go-round

We also take several snack breaks each day ("snack" is one of my favorite words!) at one of the many cafés here. I love snack time, because I usually get a warm milk (or sometimes a chocolate milk) and a medialuna, which is a small, sweet croissant. I am in heaven!

One of our café stops: a medialuna and a decorating magazine...

...coffee...

...and caprese bruschetta!

Of course, it's winter here, so I don't have much use for my sandals (or as I like to call them, "scandals") or my shorts, but I had some long pants and a jacket and a sweater packed for Quito nights, so I'm doing okay. My parents bought me a green scarf, in which I am even cuter, if such a thing is possible. I demonstrate this fact by shrugging my shoulders and tucking my chin against my chest and saying "too cute!" which is cheesy but also cute. My mommy, however, didn't have any long pants, so we went to Recoleta for some shopping and got her outfitted for the weather, and I got two books - one with the ABCs and the other with various forms of transport - which I read while we wait for our meals.

Looking for the playground in Plaza San Martín...

...there it is!

Apparently, my parents have been here twice before, but they had never really gotten out of their favorite neighborhood of Palermo and Palermo Viejo, so I've been dragging them out of their comfort zone to explore new places (and new playgrounds!). In addition to Recoleta, I've taken them to Centro, La Boca, and San Telmo. Yesterday was the big street market in San Telmo, and we walked past all the booths and street performers, which were so interesting. I especially liked a 10-piece orchestra which included four accordion players and a man who made a marionette dance out of a suitcase.

The marionette show

Today, we're going back to Recoleta to see the famous cemetery there, and later we're going to the zoo! I'll tell you about it next time I get online. ¡Ciao!

Famous Quotes

Hi, it's me - Milo! Mommy is finally done laying around with that vertigo thing, and The Summer of Milo^TM has resumed. I'm getting ready to go on vacation, and since my secretary is back on the job, I thought I'd post a little update before I leave.

I have been talking up a storm the last few days, and not just that baby stuff I used to say. Here are some of my words of wisdom this week:

• "Happy Birthday!" - Ever since I celebrated my cousin Bailey's birthday last week, I have been talking about birthdays and Bailey and my cousin Spencer and ice cream cake (wow, is that stuff great!). The other night, I was in Target with Mommy and Nonna, and after we paid for our stuff, I waved to the cashier and yelled "Happy Birthday!" to her. For some reason, Mommy and Nonna started laughing like I made a joke, but I think the cashier really liked that I was so nice, because she thanked me.
• "Have fun!" - I love to tell people to have fun when they leave my house. I learned it from that book "Blue Train, Green Train" that I like so much.
  
• "I drink it all." - I got this new kind of cup this week that has a straw in it and pictures of Diego playing soccer. It's a cup for bigger kids, and it holds more milk than any of my sippy cups. I used it for the first time today, and when I emptied it, I announced that I drank it all. Pretty complex sentence, huh?
• "Read to?" - I ask this question when I hand a book to my parents. Sometimes, I'm more specific, as in, "Monkey George Milo read to?" (Sometimes word order is a little challenging.)
• "Make a basket!" - I have a basketball at home that I like to bounce, but Nonna has a basketball hoop and three little basketballs that are made for the bathtub, and I got to play with them for the first time this week. The letter K is really hard to say, but the next morning, when I woke up, I was thinking about that basketball game, and I wanted to talk about it, so I concentrated soooo hard to tell Mommy, "Bas-KET-ball! MaKe a basKET!"
  
• "It says 'Milo'!" - I now recognize my name when my parents write it for me. Does that count as reading? I also read "A-D-T" on a little sign in my neighbors' yard a couple of weeks ago. I can't wait to figure out all those groups of letters I see!
  
• "Daddy working airport" - I came up with this gem just this morning in the car, after Mommy and I dropped Daddy off at work. I am an astute observer of daily life.
  

So that's it for my verbal highlights; here are some pictures:

For the first time ever, I got to squish some Play-Doh. Daddy showed me how to roll it so I could make a worm (whatever that is), and Mommy made me a dog, which I thought was cool.

When I was younger, I was legendary for my stellar behavior at the movies, but once I stopped nursing and started crawling really, really fast, I found it hard to concentrate on the screen. The last time I went to a theater, Mommy let me crawl up and down the ramp while she tried to watch the last of some movie, and by the time she gave up and carried me out, my shirt was so dirty we had to throw it away. That was about a year ago.

Lately, my parents have been talking to me about being old enough to watch a movie, if it was interesting enough, and if I went to a kids' movie, where there would be other kids making noise, and if we went to a matinee on a weekday, so maybe there wouldn't be anyone else there we would bother. When Mommy asked me this week if I wanted to go to a movie, I answered with a resounding "YES!" (when I say yes, I really mean it), so after my nap that day my parents took me to Tower City. I had a grilled cheese sandwich at the Greek restaurant, and then we went to see "Kung Fu Panda". It had a bear, and some geese, and a monkey, and two tigers. Sometimes they fell down, which I noted loudly to make sure everyone present understood it. There was also some cheering and clapping, which I really enjoyed.

According to my parents, the best part was that I didn't even think about doing anything other than watching the movie until it was about half over. At that point, my parents strapped me into my booster chair we brought from home, and I had some raisins, and then I wrote for a while on my doodle board, plus I watched the movie off and on, too. I was only really antsy, trying to get down to check out the floor and asking my parents to pass me back and forth, for the last ten minutes of the movie. My parents were frankly surprised at how well I did. They told me they were really proud of me. Here's a picture of Daddy and me watching the previews:

Today, Mommy and I dropped in at Oma's house to surprise her, and we were surprised to find Bailey already there! After I went out back to see Ono, I went in and watched some TV while Bailey finished her waffle, and then we played a bunch of stuff with Oma, liking cutting animal shapes out of Play-Doh and crawling inside of the tent she made over the kids' table. When we started to get worn out, she asked us to climb up on her two buckets, and then she read us a ton of good books.



Next time I post, I'll be on the road somewhere. I'm not sure where, exactly, but I've been practicing saying "hola" and "gracias" and I hope I get to use them.

Back on the Block

Sorry for the delay in posting, but my mommy's been acting weird, like sleeping during the day and not wanting to pick me up and declining to take dictation for blog posts, which I have found shocking, frankly. Daddy and I took her to the doctor, who said she had positional vertigo; I don't know what that means, exactly, but I do know it means that I got to ride in a wheelchair, which was incredibly exciting.

Because Mommy was out of it, I spent most of the weekend at my nonna's place, which was cool, because we took walks and I got to pick up sticks. We also did stuff like taking the garbage out (I got to carry the empty pizza box to the big garbage cans!) and reading Nonna's picture encyclopedia, which has pictures of just about everything that you could ever want to know the name of, plus it has words that a grown-up can read to you so you now know the name of the thing! Amazing!

Sunday afternoon, Daddy came home from work and took me to Oma and Ono's house, where I got to eat lasagna and sing "Happy Birthday" to my cousin Bailey, who is two years old now. I also got to run around outside with Bailey and Spencer and to help Bailey blow out her candles and to eat ice cream cake, about which I cannot stop talking, even two days later.

Yesterday, I got to spend the day with G.G. and Aunt Terry, and we had a picnic of raisins and animal crackers, and then Oma picked me up and took me home and gave me my bath and gave me tons of kisses. The day was so exciting that I did not want to take a nap all day long, so I went to bed at 7 pm and didn't wake up until 8:00 this morning!

Mommy is finally doing better today, so we went to the West Side Market Diner, for a breakfast of my favorite hash browns ever in the history of the universe, and then to Target, where we bought me some diapers and my first ever Play-Doh, which I look forward to trying out soon. I have this book that I love to read over and over in which one of the things a girl in the book does when she is so mad that she wants to squeeze her cat is to squeeze some clay instead. I really like the part where I get to say, "squish, squish, squish!" I hope to get to do some real life squishing myself. I'm also looking forward to swimming all the time now that the pool is open down the street.

Before Mommy got sick, I did some other stuff, too. Here are some pictures of it:

My parents and I went to Edgewater Park for a picnic and a little soccer.



Our neighborhood club had its first Porch Night Out last week. Daddy couldn't be home for it, and Mommy had to do some walking around to say hi to people who were sitting out on their porches, so Nonna came over and had dinner with me on our front porch, which was fun but also difficult to do, because there are so many distracting things going on down our street that it makes it hard to just sit down and eat dinner.

Because Daddy had to work on Father's Day, Mommy and I took him out one night last week to Momocho. It's a little nicer - and slower - restaurant than the ones I usually frequent, but I behaved incredibly well. I did take off my shoes, but a boy has to do something to get comfortable, right? I had rice and green beans and ice cream, which I think is a pretty reasonable meal, but my parents must have lost their minds: my daddy had something called huitlecoche, which is mold that grows on corn, and my mommy had grasshoppers, which seems like something interesting to play with but I'm not sure about eating. I guess when she was pregnant with me, my parents went to the place in Mexico where they eat grasshoppers, and my daddy tried them but my mommy didn't want to take any chances, for my sake (thank you very much for that!), so now she wanted to make up for her missed opportunity. I think her curiosity is satisfied. Because we were celebrating, our server brought my daddy a dessert with a sparkler in it, which was a pretty cool way to end the night.

ICU (NUROK)

Life is good. Hot, but good. This week I've been to the zoo, a birthday party, the library, the park, the West Side Market, the swimming pool, the taco restaurant, and the play area at the mall, plus I've gotten to visit with Maggie and her parents, Joel and Lynn, Grandpa (he's that man who looks like he's walking across Tennessee on my US map), and nearly all of my local family at one time or another. Dude, The Summer of Milo^TM rocks.

I'm also working on saying all kinds of new stuff. When I'm taking my nap (or rather, when I'm supposed to be taking my nap), and I lean over the top of my crib so I can look into the mirror in my room and see whomever is in the kitchen, I say "I see you!" (in a sing-songy voice, of course). I've figured out the concepts of "open" and "broken" and use those words all of the time. I'm also learning the states; I like to point out Ohio, where I live, and Florida, where I have noted that my cousins Johnny, Jessica, and Alex live, as well as a couple of my uncles. I love that there is always something new to learn.

So here are some of the pictures of me doing stuff:

Grandpa came to visit and we raced cars until I pooped out from the sheer thrill of it.


Grandpa slept in my future big boy bed in my room, and when I woke up in the morning, he got me up from my crib and let me crawl in with him.

Grandpa took me for a wagon ride and we played in the park and got all wet and dirty and it was awesome.

I stopped by to see my Oma and we read this cool magazine she had.


My cousin Lilli turned 1, and I got to go to her party. Outside the party, I got to play with Bella and Bailey.
Here's the birthday girl, with her Nona, who is my (great) Aunt Barb.

Lilli got a bubble machine that all of us bigger kids had fun with.

My parents and I went to the zoo, and I saw actual elephants, plus zebras, monkeys, giraffes, birds, a hippo, and a kangaroo. I also got to ride a train all around the zoo, which was the best.



I love to cook, but my mom was getting tired of me using stuff she needed, so she got out all of this play cook stuff that's just for me to use. I like all of it, but my favorite thing is the butter. My parents don't get why I love the butter so much, but they are parents, after all. I'm sure this is only the beginning of them not getting it.

Maggie came over for a potluck, and at first I scared her with my maniacal laughing, but then I chilled out and we played together.




I gotta go make some lunch now.