More face painting!

After I had such a great time at my friend Katherine's party and after my continued interest in having Elmo painted on my face, mommy finally relented and ordered a facepainting kit from Amazon. This is her first try at drawing Elmo's face on a fidgety toddler. Not as good as the professional's, but not a bad first shot! Of course, I couldn't resist making silly faces in every single picture she tried to take. What can I say -- I'm just a silly little girl!

Don't bite my mommy

Daddy was playing around and bit mommy on her neck. I immediately sprang into action! I scolded him, demanding "Dada, no bite Mama!" I even shook my index finger at him to get my point across. I'm not sure why they laughed so hard. There's nothing funny about biting my mommy.

Mmmmmm...

YUMMY.

More croissants, fresh from the oven!

Trader Joe's started carrying frozen ham and cheese croissants that you can bake at home. Through a combination of microwave and oven (or, as is my preference, just oven), you can have fresh, warm, delicious croissants inside of 20 minutes without even leaving the house! I helped myself to Mommy's croissant. And boy am I glad I did! Ooey, gooey deliciousness!

Thank goodness for long weekends!

There are many nice things about long weekends. One of them is that Amma comes over more often to play with me. But that doesn't mean she gets to talk to Mommy. The way I see it, this means I should be the center of MORE people's undivided attention. Just yesterday, Amma was talking to Mommy about something in front of me when I had to chime in to clarify the rules:

"Amma, no talk with Mommy! Only talk Caroline. Mommy, only talk Caroline too."

Then, as if none of this had happened, they spoke to each other (about what I had said, but still - they spoke to each other and not to ME). Naturally, I had to drive home my point by instructing them: "LISTEN TO ME!" Of course, that made them laugh harder.

I really have my hands full with these people.

A Thanksgiving joke for you:

A young man named John received a parrot as a gift. The parrot had a bad attitude and an even worse vocabulary.

Every word out of the bird's mouth was rude, obnoxious and laced with profanity. John tried and tried to change the bird's attitude by consistently saying only polite words, playing soft music and anything else he could think of to 'clean up' the bird's vocabulary.

Finally, John was fed up and he yelled at the parrot. The parrot yelled back. John shook the parrot and the parrot got angrier and even more rude. John, in desperation, threw up his hand, grabbed the bird and put him in the freezer. For a few minutes the parrot squawked and kicked and screamed. Then suddenly there was total quiet. Not a peep was heard for over a minute.

Fearing that he'd hurt the parrot, John quickly opened the door to the freezer. The parrot calmly stepped out onto John's outstretched arms and said "I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I'm sincerely remorseful for my inappropriate transgressions and I fully intend to do everything I can to correct my rude and unforgivable behavior."

John was stunned at the change in the bird's attitude.

As he was about to ask the parrot what had made such a dramatic change in his behavior, the bird spoke-up, very softly, "May I ask what the turkey did?"

I hope you all had a lovely Thanksgiving. I know I did.

Happy Thanksgiving!

I'm thankful for many things this year, including my health, my doting family, good friends and lots of attention. I love attention. If I also had a bounce house, my life would be complete!

Now if you'll excuse me, there's a big pumpkin pie in the kitchen that is in desperate need of my handprint.

BIG BEAR!

We went to visit Aunt Pook-Pook and Uncle Kasra this weekend. They gave me a very large bear. I named him (appropriately enough) "Big Bear." Who said there's no truth in advertising?!


We spent some quality time talking and getting to know each other. I tried to teach him how to sit Indian-style like me. He didn't learn that particular skill. He just sat with his legs out in front of him. I suspect he would have had balance issues had he moved his legs. But I didn't give up on him! I was sure I could teach him something useful. I'm a wealth of information.

Naturally, the next skill I tried to teach him was to make the USC "V" for victory sign with his fingers. I did it with both hands for maximum effect. He couldn't seem to do that, either. Something about not having fingers and no opposable thumb. Never fear -- Big Bear has turned out to be a great listener. And he's happy to talk about whatever is on my mind. What a good friend!

Eeny, meeny, miny...

::BITE::

I'm an ice skater!

Mommy found out there was an outdoor skating rink in Santa Monica! As a special treat today, we decided to go try it out. Here are some pictures:


At first, she held my hands and we skated around. We skated in circles, twirled and even skated backwards!

I got some good practice on proper footing.

Soon enough, I was leading us around!

Then I let go of mommy's hands and skated off on my own! I did really well, too! The skating instructor on duty (they skate around to make sure anyone who falls down has help getting up and they offered help to beginners) was so impressed. She said that even though I was the smallest one there, I was also the most fearless one - and the best first-time skater, too. Hooray for me! I had so much fun that mommy had to promise that we'd return later. Of course, she didn't mention that "later" wasn't the same day. Humpht... lawyers. You always have to be so specific with them! But I did find out that "later" means next weekend. I can't wait to go ice skating again!

My plans for today

Ummm... I'm just hanging out.

Mornings are even better with Jamba Juice!

I let mommy know that I approved of her breakfast choice: "Delicious Jamba Juice, Mommy!"

Whose idea was this time change business anyway?!?

At 6pm, it looks like it's 9pm! This sure doesn't give me enough daytime play hours with mommy and daddy after they come home. But it often means I get to dupe mommy and daddy into playing the Muppets earlier. Maybe it's not such a bad thing after all...

My favorite woo-woo

And could you blame me?

Who needs toys when you have....

TOILET PAPER!

I run into the bathroom and hit the roll of toilet paper as many times as I can to get it to whirl around with fierce speed! This, of course, results in a BIG pile of toilet paper on the ground. I like to sit on the pile and tear all of the toilet paper into little pieces and intersperce the tiny little pieces of toilet paper EVERYWHERE.

For you mathematicians, here's a formula for you: toilet paper > toys.

Parties are SO fun!

I went to my friend Katherine's 3rd birthday party. And as someone older and wiser, she taught me about the joys of face painting!



I chose to get a picture of Elmo on my face. Mommy and daddy were surprised that I sat still long enough for the very talented face painter to finish her design!

And here is the final product! She did a really nice job!

My animals have personality!

I have sooooo many stuffed animals. They each greet me in the morning and give me kisses. Then they greet each other and give one another kisses. They're a very friendly bunch. We spend all day together, collectively deciding what to do, what colors to draw with, what to eat and closing all of the doors so the goats can't come in. My animals are very helpful.

Who needs imaginary friends when your stuffed animals walk, talk and entertain?!

Anyone who's anyone reads books while wearing ballerina PJs and a tutu

Here I am reading about the Rainbow Fish and his beautiful sparkly scales. Rainbow Fish is talking to the wise giant octopus on this page. Spoiler alert: the giant octopus gives Rainbow Fish some sage advice about sharing and friendship!

Cardiology update

My cardiology appointment went really well! The sonogram and EKG confirmed excellent heart function. And my ASD is getting small enough that I may be able to put off my second surgery for another several years! Hooray!

The face of innocence

Don't worry - I'll be plotting again very soon. I'm sneaky like that!

Congrats are in order!

Christina (my godmother) and Prescott welcomed little Kira into the world yesterday! Welcome, baby Kira! I can't wait to meet you!

xoxo,
Caroline

Busy busy busy!

I've been busy lately. Busy in the bathroom!

I was fairly well potty trained quite a while ago, but mommy and daddy got lazy so I stayed in diapers. Then I decided I wanted to wear underwear like Miss Piggy does. So this weekend, mommy and daddy finally gave in and dediced to take me out of diapers. They very excitedly cheered for me when I pooped in the potty! We waved goodbye to the poopy and I got to flush -- three times. Not because it needed three flushes, but because I just got so excited about the swishing sound.

Weeeee!!

I'm an artiste!

Nobody can color Eeyore like I can. Picasso, eat your heart out!

Okay, Mommy is pooped

The time change hasn't worked out very well for mommy. I've been getting up at 4am with demands that mommy read books to me ("Read Stella Doggy! NOW!"). For some reason, she wasn't interested in doing this! So I yelled at her. She was not persuaded. She handed me the book (Stella is a Star! by Bernadette Peters) and told me to read it myself. Um, try again.

Not to be dissuaded, I modified my demand to laying next to her in bed while reading my book. She said no. I yelled until I got my way. I should be a negotiator! I read my book for a fraction of a second before I jammed it in mommy's eye repeatedly, with renewed demand that she read me a book. I don't know how that didn't work. Finally I got bored and went back to sleep. On mommy's head. That'll teach her. If I'm not happy, I'll make you uncomfortable!

HA HA HA!!

You called for a celebrity?

How can I help you?

Oops, I missed a day!

Meh. I'm over it.

Have you heard of that new movie Teenage Paparazzo?

It's about a 13-year-old boy who lives in LA who takes pictures of talentless celebrities for those awful grocery store rags. That kid has nothing on me. As a toddler, I'm taking Ansel Adams-worthy photographs. I'm that good.

Lazy butterfly

After flying around like a butterfly for an hour, I decided I needed to dance. Of course, you need a tutu if you're going to dance, so I put one on. PJs: check. Butterfly wings: check. Antennae: check. Tutu: check. Let the dancing begin!


I got tired of flying and decided to hitch a ride on my ladybug.



U-oh!

Boom!

HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!

AGAIN!

I'm in print!

More Halloween pictures of YOURS TRULY.

As you may know, Baba takes about a hundred pictures a minute when he's at my house. Amma's friend, the very talented Gloria, put together a sampling of those pictures into this creation! Thanks, Gloria!

Hold on, I'm installing updates

I may also "accidentally" buy some toys from Amazon while I'm at it. You don't mind, do you?

Little food tastes good

Here I am enjoying some mini quiche! I ate an entire mini-quiche by myself. While I was at it, I also fed some to Amma and Baba. And then I tried to put my foot in the plate. As much as these people try to bite my pretty little feet, you'd think it were food and belonged on a plate, too!