My favorite things

I don't like food much. A few things I like, but most I won't even try. Umma says I'd probably like them if I'd try them, but why would I try them if I already have food I like? I don't get it. Umma calls me a "fuzzy eater". I'm not sure what that means and really, I don't care.

One of the foods I eat is bananas, but only if Umma eats half of it with me. Umma always has a bowl of fruit on her table for me. I'll eat apples if she has them, but today she just has bananas. Go to the store, Umma! I always like to tell Umma what she needs to buy at the store. She writes it on her "list" when I tell her. I say, "All gone, Umma. More" and she writes it down. She's good like that.


This is my very favorite food. Chicken nuggets. I have to have ketchups on one side of my dish and duck sauce on the other. I like duck sauce but I always ask for ketchup because it just makes my dish look prettier and it keeps Umma busy.

This is Umma. I like her a lot and she makes me laugh. She sings a lot, but she doesn't sing too good, but I don't tell her that. She and I both have jeans and a blue shirt on today.

I really wanted to take a picture of Joey today, but Umma said he's out in the woods. I called him but he didn't come in. I didn't tell Umma that Joey's mad because I squirted him with my water bottle when she wasn't looking.

My day at Umma's House

Today it was rainy outside, even though I sang the "Rain rain go away" song a whole bunch.

This is Umma's camera. That circle in the front pops out when she turns it on. My camera doesn't do that. I want hers. I don't know why, but somehow I know hers is better than mine.


This is Joey. He's waiting for me to let him out the door even though it's raining outside. I'm big now, so I can open the patio door all by myself, even when Umma locks it first. That lock is easy - just push UP. I might be two, but I'm not stupid, Umma!

This is my Mama. Isn't she pretty? I love Mama and give her lots of hugs and kisses - unless she asks for them. Then I just pretend I don't hear her.

This is Umma's coffee pot. She lets me shake the Sweet n'Low packet for her coffee and then she lets me stir her coffee with a spoon. It's easy -- swish it around a few times and then go tap tap tap on the side of the cup, just like Umma does. I do a great impression of Umpa drinking his coffee -- "Sluurrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrp.....Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

You can see crumbs on Umma's counter. I will point every single one of these out to her until she cleans them up.