Keep on Truckin'

Oh boy oh boy! Blogger is working again! I have so much to share! We are a bit behind the times, but I will catch everyone up as quick as I can (early bedtimes make it hard to write, you know).

Here we have Moi, the Stel-Belle, struttin' her stuff down the runway. Today we are modeling prison stripes in fall colors (in June). Most babies wait for fall to start the fall fashion- the Stellameister is way ahead of the game and SETS the trend for the fall. In fact, the trees model their leaves after my coolness. As for the "prison" motif, it is a not-so-subtle mockery of my confinement to my barred crib.

-Stella

AAAAARRRGGGGG!

Google is being a big fat cry baby!  I am trying to post videos and it's not letting me!!!!

Privacy Please!

Being the mega-celebrity that I am, it's hard to get the cameras to ever go off. This even applies to the bathroom. So, I figured, why not capitalize on this? I have biter-biscuits and diapers to pay for too you know. So I did this quick short for Charmin. Personally, I prefer the luxury of soiling myself on the go and making someone else clean that up for me. In the meantime, I had best milk this for all it is worth.

Back from my extended trip at the "spa"

After an intervention and a much needed wake up call that "milk is not the answer," I am back from my time of rest and back at the computer to fill all of you in on my tales of infant jet setting, toddler tribulations and conundrums of cuteness. Get ready for this baby to make up for lost time! Here, you will see the fruits of my latest cosmetic enhancement- no, not lipo or botox, but daddy-longleg hormone injection! Check me out as I crawl!! I am like spiderman, but better!!

Gimme my cheesy poofs!

Here's me ravaging my appetizer in preparation for supper.

It's been a while since I have written, I know, but I have good excuses! I have been training with ninjas at the upper reaches of Mt. Kangchenjunga in Nepal, mastering the secret art of crawling. I am well on my way to becoming enlightened and possess pretty nifty crawl tactics. I am also pretty sweet with the nun-chucks.

STELLA!!!

Sesame Street approached me for a cameo... sadly, they could not afford me. We settled on letting them reference me. Working with Grover would have been a treat. Perhaps next time, my dear blue friend.

Don't panic!

Hard times for yours truly lately. As usual, no birthday cheer for the big SEVEN month milestone, back on the 6th. Thanks Mom and Dad, the only ones who remembered. But there were far harder times to come! I managed to get a fever of 104 only mere hours ago. It was just a run of the mill virus, but of course the papers had a field day. "Wild baby enters rehab after all night session at the boob," "Child star battling milk addiction finally caves in to family intervention," "Brief hospital stay does little to deter out-of-control infant," "Furious tot goes on ER rampage after botched catheter attempt." And it goes on and on. Those tricky doctors were trying to provoke me to pee on command. Hmph, I know better- I already have two prior convictions of public urination and four counts of nudity with intent of feces. Nurse Wratchet was a crafty one though, and managed to juice it out of me in the end. That slag. I will get my revenge in the end. Let me leave you on a more positive note with this lovely picture of me during happier times.