Santa...I know him!

This is the first year that I really "get" Santa. We were strolling the mall and my mom pointed him out, and I boldly told her that "I have to meet him." Mommy was pretty sure I would not go near him, but we waited in a short line. I walked right up to him and told him I wanted a Santa of my own...oh and a cat too. Mommy kept telling me that I did not have to take a picture with him, but I wanted to...sort of. I was not keen to sit on his lap, so they brought a little chair, and a book. I LOVE books so I pretended to read and gave a shy little smile. I ended my Santa experience with telling him to "come home with me to play." I shocked my Mommy, that is for sure. She thought the jolly old man would scare me.
(Mommy cannot figure out the scanner, but will hopefully load pics soon)

Mommy insists we also talk about how Christmas is the birth of baby Jesus. I keep telling everyone that on Christmas we have to say "Happy Birthday Jesus!" and throw him a bit party. I "cleaned" up Mary, Joseph and Jesus from my Mommy's nativity with some wipes, so they are all ready for the big day. Cleanliness is next to Godliness after all.

Peace on earth!

Mommy's Litle Helper

I am not usually a fan of chores, but I recently got a Learning Tower and it allows me to cook, clean and whatever else I usually cannot reach to do. I decided Mommy was slacking and not getting my laundry done, so I took matters into my own hands.

Sail Away, Sail Away

I think I am the only child cool enough in the world to take a swim float from my Nana's house and use it in my bath tub, every single night. It is one of my little idiosyncracis like wearing my Halloween costume every single day since Halloween. I love to really make big big waves, flood the bathroom and float away. Since I do not like to travel often (airplanes are murder on the skin), I do this!

Artist in Residence

Mommy and Daddy are always lauding my artistic talents, and with good reason. I can color like the best of them (well better than them ;) ), but recently Mommy took me to a place where you can paint your own pottery. I chose a Tinkerbell and piggy bank (because I love feeding piggy banks, which I often do with my TT Nana). I was overjoyed, and first thing I did was prime the pieces and then taste some of the primer and wipe it on Mommy. She is like a human paper towel for me. She loves it! I tend to do things like this because I know it annoys her. I then painted my masterpieces. I was very fond of a brownish gold color. I allowed Mommy to help a little. I get great joy out of pointing them out every night telling Daddy that I did them. Mommy was so pre-occupied making sure I did not paint myself and her shirt that she was unable to snap a pic of me painting, but here are my finished products.

I think next time I will work on a mural for Mommy and Daddy's bedroom.

My sticky, sticky shooooooe...

I love singing and dancing. I am at work on my first album which officially makes me a triple threat (Hollywood Icon, Singer and Model).

Every single time we go to my Aunt's house, I love to give them a little taste of my music and live show. Stay tuned for my new track "Tantrum (Kicking and Screaming for what I want). Forget Lady Gaga, this is Princess Stella!

Trick or Treat

Sorry it has taken me a while to post. Mommy writes a blog and is always hogging the computer. We began our Halloween festivities with me carving a pumpkin. I apologize that I am always practically au naturel and in the nude every time I do a craft, but my mommy is a freak about clothes getting too destroyed. I then decided to hop into the washing machine...just kidding. I did however get into the dryer, which I know is wrong, but it is the perfect cubby for me. Mommy for some reason, did not agree.
I finished October with a bang and had a wonderful Halloween where I literally sprinted from house to house. I was less interested in Trick or Treating and candy than seeing my cousins. My cousins Jeremi and James from NYC where here, and I was overjoyed. I had to stop at one house to get water (since my staff forgot to bring mine), and then I was off again. Must of been the wings.