Sick and Tired...

Dora, Grampy, Sissy and I are homebound this week with round 2 of the yucky yuck. My runny nose, which Mommy thought had come to an end finally, came back... this time, with a cough. I sound like I've been smoking for the past 50 years. It's not fun. Food has no taste, I can't breathe through my nose and sometimes I cough so hard that I throw up. Want to come over and play? Riiiight. I torment poor Coco while she's trying to sleep just to keep myself entertained.

Yay for Health!

So, we're back up... lingering cough and runny nose still in action, but our spirits are up and lockdown is over. Had a fine time at Kindermusik today and managed to play at the park without hitting wall and major meltdown. Yay for health! Yay for Friday!

Happy Weekend!
Stella & Vio xoxo

I'm "shik," Daddy...

Daddy and I spent some QT this AM as we both felt down in the dumps. I might not be feeling great, but my hair is lookin' fly... you know you want my stylist's number!

Hachoo!

So, we've been struck. Sissy and I are under the weather but hopefully on the mend. Quite a cold and cough we've contracted. We're still cute as can be, though...

All in a day's work...

So, Mommy likes to think that now that Sissy and I are napping pretty regularly, getting more robust and eating more that life is getting easier... we made sure to test her theory on Sunday night.

Back story-- Mom has been trying to wean Sissy V from nursing as she is approaching her 6 month birthday (on April 17th) and well, getting teeth. In the midst of this weaning, Mommy has been trying to guesstimate how much formula to mix in a bottle. There are no measuring cups with nursing! Needless to say, Mommy overfed Sis. So much so that while dining with the family at our chosen eatery, Paesano's, Sissy up-chucked enough baby formula and baby food to fill a bucket and consequently, Mommy's lap...and shoulders...and hair. Good times. When Mommy asked Daddy if we could "Please go now?" he replied, "Let me finish my meal first." Again, good times. At least Daddy's meal wasn't pukedified. I guess sometimes that's the way the cookie crumbles...or, the way the puke falls. ;)

Sister, Sister

Had a great Monday and got nothin' but love for my homeslice, Violet. Sometimes a bit too much love...

xoxo Stella

DIVA CENTRALE

Stell is demonstrating her latest bag obsession, while I strike a pose on Mommy's new sectional. Grrr! -Vio

"Terrific Twos"

Here I am, looking cute as a button, docile as can be... you wouldn't know it, but three minutes before this shot I was yelling in my best diva voice, "Mom, peaaaaase mine. MY 'puse,' my 'puse' (translation: "purse")."

Picture this-- me, all of 22 lbs, carrying mom's 300 pound Louis Vuitton around the house while simulatenously talking on my faux cell. Pretend phone conversation goes something like this: "Hewo? This Sella. Dad, call me back." Trouble? Nah, just really high maintenance. Wish Mommy would be faster on the draw with the camera. We'll get a pic of me in action soon enough. The fruit doesn't fall far from the tree, I guess.

Stella