Slide Slide Slippidty Slide

Mom and I met up with a good friend of hers yesterday at a place full of bouncy castles and slides. Mom was unsure if I would like it-has she met me?! She walked me up the big slide, convinced I would need her to go down with me. I did not need her, I was fine on my own...though Mommy did not fair so well. She skinned her elbow somehow and has been complaining of back pain from coming down so fast with the armor-all they spray on the slides - amateur! I had a great time, and never stopped running and jumping. Mommy's heart was in her throat every time I climbed that high ladder to go down the big slide. Excuse the poor photos (yes, Mom, I am talking to you), I would not sit still long enough for Mom to snap one.

Clay Dough

My mother has a kind of weird psychosis with play-dough. She would freak out watching my nephews play with it because of the mess it made (those little nubby balls everywhere). I have Clementine Dough which comes in three colors (Red, Yellow and Green) and it smells so good (like strawberries, lemons and limes), and is all natural, which gets Mommy all chipper (hey, I let her have her jollies wherever she can-she can be so darn easy to please). I was in my element the minute my tiny hands touched that wonderful "tato" as I like to call it. I made a very organic sculpture.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up. ~Pablo Picasso

I got an easel for Christmas from Grand-Mom and Guy Guy, and I am simply enchanted. Of course I still add my artistic flourishes to couches, carpets and walls, but this helps to keep it a little more in check. Grand-Mom got me this cool apron, and though I like working a la naturel, I decided my delicate skin needed a little barrier from the paint (it is murder on the skin).

She Works Hard for the Money

Daddy has been MIA since the "State" took him over to help write the budget. Prior to this dark period of which we shall speak no more, he got a day to work from home. I use the word work lightly since I spent most of the time barging in on him to "help". I have a little laptop (fake) that I inherited from cousin Talia, and I decided to get busy on my new book. As you may have noticed, I prefer to perform all of my artistic endeavours sans clothing.

Curly Q's

My mother has been dying to put my hair in rollers...and really so have I. I have seen Mom curl her hair and I keep begging. I like to do whatever she does, including "using" her mascara to gussy up the carpet! I also am quite partial to "painting" with her eyeshadow. I like to smoosh my paintbrush into the shadow really hard until I pulverize it. I digress... Here are some pics of me pre and post curlers. I had news lady hair before Mom tamed those curls with a headband! We did this for the Christmas Eve gala at my Nanee's. I had a ball, and gobbled down the traditional spaghetti with tuna fish my TT Nana makes (don't knock it till you have tried it). We EYE-Talians like seven or more fishes on Christmas Eve. I only tried one before I was off chasing the collection of cousins we got to celebrate with.

Oh Christmas Tree, Oh Christmas Tree...

My Nana doubted my ability to control my impulse to jump at the tree and shake every ornament off. Mommy knew better though, and she let me decorate. I got the distinguished duty of putting the star on the tree. It was used as bribery for me to actually get out of the tub and put my jammies on. It was well worth it folks!

Christmas Card with the Nutter

Mommy and Daddy bought me a special dress for the holidays, and I decided it looked so much like a ballerina dress that I would wear it both before and after the holidays. Mommy took this opportunity to take the Christmas Card photos. Everyone thinks we plan my poses, but really they just click away until they get something presentable. I was quite enchanted by the Nutcracker my Nana gave us that very day. I decided to have a conversation with that slack-jawed nutter, and Mommy snapped away. Here are those that did not make it.