Queen Bee

The votes are in and it is unanimous that I, Stella Elizabeth, am the Queen Bee of all babies. As if I needed a poll to tell me that! I am, however, perplexed as to how there was only 10 votes... perhaps the counter started over again once it reached 999,999,999.

Anywaaaah, enough pondering for the moment. I am much more concerned with venting about my poopy day. It started off good enough: Daddy was there when I woke up- a big surprise for a weekday. Mommy was extra cuddly and was mumbling about how it was because "we love you." Hmmmm... past lessons have lead me to conclude that Daddy isn't taking the day off for a surprise 2-month birthday party. No, something is rotten in the Commonwealth of Mass. After a brief car ride, the next thing I knew, I was down to a diaper and on a scale! I will add that I am now a full TWO FEET LONG and the better part of 13lbs. That's a pound short of a stone, for my English fans! Anywaaaah, within moments, my A+ baby skin was poked and punctured and hastily mended with bugs bunny band aids! WWWWAAAAAAAAA! I didn't authorize this! The good news is that it didn't really hurt that bad after all- I am just trying to milk this for all it's worth. I sure have Mommy eating out of my hand. Little does she know that I wear the diaper in this house (see the picture).