Kisses to my Cuz

Footprints in the Cement...

Mommy, Grammy & Grampy took me to our new house (under construction due to an extensive remodel) to make my "mark" in the newly laid foundation. I was skeptical at first, but after seeing my Hollywood-esque footprints in the wet cement, I was proud to have been a part of it all.

Rockin' & Rollin'

So, we went to dinner at Mason's in downtown Sacramento last night for my Uncle Mikey's 26th birthday. I was really impressed with the ambience and decor at this specific eatery. So impressed, in fact, that I decided to personally inspect the uber hip, avant garde stone fountain positioned just to the left of our dinner table.

I approved whole heartedly of its waterfall mechanism so much so that I managed to get soaking wet from head to toe. The rocks were also quite lovely, a delicious medley of size, color and texture. I really took to examining the rock's individual properties and after each evaluation, ramrodded my way through Uncle Mikey's crowd of revelers so that Mommy could also learn to appreciate their value-- one by one by one by one. Yes, folks, this process took a full hour of my time. M&D were happy I was entertained and I, well, I'll be back to Mason's. You can count on that.

OH. Happy Birth, Uncle Kiek.

Tiny Tumblers at Planet Gymnastics

Wow, what a day. I had my first gymnastics class this morning. It was SO much fun. I tried out everything from the trampoline to the balance beam. Here are some pics from my first go at this whole gymnastics thing.

Kisses

My friend Ashley Callahan and I enjoying some one on one time at my cousin Paul's engagement party this past weekend.

Princess Stella

I have taken to dressing myself on a daily basis. After Mommy puts me in her outfit of choice, I hurriedly check myself out in my full-length mirror and if I don't like the end result, I open my closet door and point until Mommy picks out something I approve of-- (This is "Mommy" here, I wish she was kidding). For 16 months old, Mommy says I'm rather precocious. I say it is a matter of fashion taste and individuality! Yesterday, I chose a midriff tank top, denim mini skirt that was two sizes too big and my gold shoes. A perfect choice for my Friday music class don't you think? Border line W.T., but I'm a baby. The fashion police can't arrest me yet!

This morning Mommy finally let me wear my bodacious crystal crown around the house-- she won't let me wear it out in public yet. She says it embarasses her. Go figure! I, on the other hand, really really love my crown and wear it any opportunity I get. Naked, clothed, to bed. Pictures included. Case in point.

The Perfect Marriage: Fried Twinkies and Cow Manure

The California State Fair only comes once a year and Daddy & Grammy were determined to show me some good old fashioned, "CARNY" fun. Sure, it was 100+ degrees and Mommy was miserably hot, but the petting zoo was pretty cool and I even got a bite of Daddy's fried twinkie. Let's just say this, not everything should be fried... ie. fried snickers bars, fried coke. How do they do that anyway?! After traipsing around for a good two hours, we decided to head home. All in all, a good Fair with some good people watching. Midriffs and muscle tees, Tevas and daisy dukes, and one cannot forget the hundreds upon hundreds of baby bottles filled with Coca-Cola. Britney Spears would fit right in! Good times.

Mommyhood 101

Here I am demonstrating some of my finest maternal instincts. Baby (?), who has yet to be officially named, was purchased today by Grammy & Grampy, along with my very own Elmo puppet (lalalala lalalala Elmo's World! Love that guy!). Please ignore the photo of baby in her stroller feet up. She was misbehaving... you know, taking her headband off and hogging the bottle of milk. I had to put her on time out-- upside down.

My Art from Picasso Class

A cross between abstract and impressionistic. More Monet than Picasso, but nonetheless... Here I am admiring some of my work from earlier today.

Pint-Sized Picassos

Mommy and Grammy took me to this artistic oasis near Howe about Arden today... Pint-Sized Picassos. Check out their website: http://www.pintsizedpicassos.com/. We painted, we sculpted with playdough (or Plato, as Mommy likes to say), we painted some more. I was a colorful mess, but boy, was it fun! Check me out... BFF Lily and her mommy came, too.

That's My Mommy

So, I know Baby Benjamin is really cute and all, but seriously, Mom... enough with the sweet kisses and cuddling! You're my mommy! I try not to show my anger too much, but every once in a while I have to let my territory be known. I like to lay my head on my mommy's tummy and cry "oohhh..." and when that doesn't seem to work, I resort to pulling and prodding and screeching to get her attention and coerce her into handing the babe over to his rightful parents. Dire circumstances call for instant action.

Lyin' Low

My newest obsession is lying on my back -- arms up, legs crossed or in the air, doesn't really matter. I just max and relax so that the crowd (there's always a crowd when I'm around) can look down and laugh at my quirky habits.

Brusha, Brusha, Brusha...

Amazing what a little berry-infused toothpaste can do to make me want to brush my teeth all day long. Dental school in my future?

So, you think you can dance?

After a few MTV-inspired crunk episodes, I have taken to what Mommy refers to as "rumpshakin," baby bouncin' all over the house. It really doesn't matter if classical music is playing... my booty is shakin'...

Video soon to be uploaded, but this pic gives you a taste of my sweet moves...