In the pink
Just a short post to catch you up on things. Mommy and Ah-ma are planning my first birthday party. This Halloween I’m going Trick-or-Treating with my friend Hannah. I’m going to be a Penguin. I’m guessing Hannah is going as Hannah Montana or Princess Leia. She’s a lot older than I am, so she can pull it off.
Mommy and Daddy once thought I might be born on Halloween since my due date was November 1st. Instead of “Widget”, they were going to name me “Boo LeAnne.” Daddy still calls me “Boo Boos” sometimes.
Oh, and I almost forgot. Texas Grandma and Grandpa are coming to visit next week. Yeah!
Baby News | Comment (0)Going ball (a.k.a. pumpkin) hunting
Unkie Jon and Auntie Karen wanted to go to the Cal Poly Pumpkin Festival to “pick” pumpkins. It was more like an Easter Egg hunt since the pumpkins were already picked and just strewn about the field in a big game of make believe. Not that I know anything about Easter Eggs other than what I’ve been told. Our friends Jeff and Mary paid a visit to the patch as well.
I only speak one word when not writing this blog. It’s “BALL!” Well, with my limited verbal capacity, I spent the trip yelling “Ball! Ball!” the entire time and directing Daddy to ferry me from one constellation of pumpkins to the next. It was exhausting. I was really cute though, so everyone tolerated my challenged vocabulary. There were even sunflowers along the fence. They hide the road full of cars to perpetuate the pumpkin patch illusion, but Mommy liked them despite their role in the deception.
There was a petting zoo, but I did not pet. I watched from the safe and free side of the fence. There were sheep, ducks, donkeys, ponies, hay and poop. The animals pulled a fast one on the humans though, they structured a deal like a pennies-on-the-dollar, AAA-rated CDO sold to a hapless Harvard-halfwit pension fund manager — you scratch my back — you feed me — I poop on you.
The Widget Book
Daddy gets the most packages around here: lots of uninteresting books. Well, that all changed earlier this month. I got my very own package with my very own special book. Texas Grandma made me this book were her own bare hands and an ink jet printer. It has pictures of all my family with fun shapes and textures. I really like it!
My first hair cut
So, my bangs were really getting into my eyes. It was time for a hair cut.
I don’t have my own stylist yet, but my mommy’s stylist, Katie, went snip snip snip and it was all over. I didn’t even get to sit in the chair or get my hair washed and massaged.
Ya, I probably wouldn’t have sat still through that.
Actually, Katie cut the hair fringes hanging over my ears a few months ago, but that doesn’t really count because I didn’t even know what was happening.
But now, I’ve got flat bangs like my mommy. They’re supposed to be quite trendy (or maybe a year late?)
Don’t I look cute?
