Happy Birthday DADDY!

Love you ....x

Time to party...

So it seems we're celebrating the arrival of Mr PoopyPants this Saturday from 2pm. I approve. Here's me keeping my eye on him. I've noticed he he has cute little hands and I like to tickle his feet and hand over the cotton wool to MammaLou when she ventures near his toxic waste. Anyway ... I can show off for you all and grab all the headlines.

Newsflash -- I have been made to start using a 'naughty spot' when I willfully throw things to the floor. Hmmmmmm. Fair enough. But I did make a fabulous Hansel and gretyl House today and stuck loads of sweets on ... which knowing MammaLou (who has been truffling aroud and removing mini chocs from the selection boxes as MadNan used to also do back in the day) ... they'll all be gone by morning. Now that's no way to lose the 20 excess babypounds (serves you right for eating coffee icecream every night for 9 months while protesting 'but I'm growing a human here...!"

Got the moves

... and got the moods that are as shaky as these snakehips. If naughty things get me attention then I'll try those for a while. That includes jumping on MammaLou whenever she tries to see to Mr PoopyPants, using my whiny voice incessantly, clamboring about and dropping all manner of things deliberately on the floor. Offsetting that by sweetly asking for 'big hugs' is running out of currency ... time to get some new moves ...

Normal service has resumed

So Wednesday morning saw the return of my smile and cheerful disposition; I guess if the newboy is a permanent fixture then I may as well enjoy him. Saying 'LUB YOU MOM-EE" seemed to make my previous tardiness evaporate with the MammaLou (she's a pushover really). And I suppose Mr PoopyPants is pretty cute.

Other news -- I HAVE to sing 'SANTA UP CHIMNEY" at least 5 times a day and I've taken to loving bubbles in my bath.