Blueberry Picking!

Here we are, before the fun started.

Mummy is a bit too excited about this...as if no one ever lets her outside or something.

Me being the modern Laura Ingalls that I am, I enjoy the outside, and berry picking as much as the next Ingalls girl, but they never pioneered in Texas. It is just too hot to berry pick in Texas, in July, in the mid day.

But a full bucket of berries is truly a lovely thing!

Home-made Pudding

Auntie Heather lets me feed myself with the spoon. It's a dumb idea...spoons. Hands work just as well.





















Spoons just get in the way of my food!

I forget how annoying spoons are when I finally get the pudding in my mouth...mmm-yummy!

There's always room for JELL-O

So, I'm looking in the fridge for something to eat...




















And then this bowl of Cherry JELL-O comes flying at me, out of nowhere!


























What is a responsible baby, with a bowl full of JELL-O to do?




























SLURRRP!






















But what about those runaways?



























They just slip between the fingers.







Oh gee, how to outsmart the JELL-O...think like Cosby.












That'll show it!




















Ha!

















I showed that JELL-O!

Meow!

This is how Grampa taught me to eat cake...

First we do the dishes, so that we have the utensils and bowls to make the cake.

This is my best 1950s magazine housewife pose!

ok...back to the dishes. Enough playing Daddy, there is cake to be made!

So, mommy mixed the cake batter: chocolate, my favorite. This time me and Daddy are licking the batter off the utensils before they go into the washer.

I am trying to tell Daddy something, can you guess what?

He couldn't guess either, so I had to show him.

Then Mummy had to give Daddy and I a bath.

I like to fill up the cup to drink out of before Mummy rinses me off.

Now...MORE CAKE!!!

Me, Uncle Alex and Cookie Monster know what "C" stands for!!

All My New, Amazing Talents

I play on the piano (move over Auntie Bronwyn!)

Since Mummy started allowing me, I happily feed myself Cheerios (and anything else I find)

I can climb stairs...all the way to the top. Then I cry for someone to get me down.

I garden. It is more of an art, really.

Non-edible flowers - Pah!

Happy flowers are pretty flowers.

I can stand by myself, unsupported.

Washing Dishes

I do love me some chocolate cake...

Even if I have to get it off of day old dirty spoons before they get washed.

There is something about dirty dishes that just makes me want to play with them.

As the dishes are put into the dishwasher, I sit by to pull them out and make sure that no yummy food goes to waste. (Like chocolate cake)

Mission accomplished!