Sunday, June 15, 2008
9 lbs 3 oz is my new weight. How did I gain so much weight? Lots of sleeping and eating. In other news, I am officially a fan of the pacifier. Below you can see me maintain my grip even while dreaming about the next meal.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Happy birthday B!
Friday, June 6, 2008
Ugh, things got decidedly worse once the sponging commenced.
Nothing in his short life could have prepared JC for the last part of his training for the day --- his first removal from the water!
JC looked a tad shell-shocked after it was all said and done.
"Was it worth it?" JC's mom asked. Unsure whether his sibling rivalry had helped or hurt him, he was noncommital in his response.
Ten minutes later, however, he was eating and pledging to do the same tomorrow and everyday until he makes the TAUODT!
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I'm preparing for the Olympics later this summer. Their new event is diving for 2 year olds. An Olympic gold would do wonders for my Kindergarten application! In order to set a good example for my younger fans, I wear the proper safety equipment. Here I am pictured with my personal liason, K.
My Uncle R pretended to be an announcer, so I wouldn't get spooked when I heard people analyzing me while I performed. During this shot, Uncle R, stated that I gained massive air!
No worries! Olympic rules for this event state that parents can catch their youngsters. Here my dad performs the most important job of his life---helping his daughter attain Olympic gold.
Note: Immediately after photos were shown, Dad stopped throwing me in the air. He did not know I was getting so high...so high above him.
Monday, June 2, 2008
Sunday, June 1, 2008
Even a fiance trying to impress the new family was no help. Here I hold the baby so K can focus her entire attention on an infomercial at 314 AM.
To top it all off, Elle magazine requested a photo shoot in order to highlight our happy family. Below is a shot where I was being difficult. The photographer left in a huff. Our story has been pushed back until next month at least.
At the end of the day, I know my momma will get better and I can eventually go back to being a 20 month old. But right now, it seems so far away. So be prepared, if any one asks me to do any more chores because they feel lazy, I'm going to use this golf club that my dad taped to my hands to "disagree".