Outdoor dining delight!

After a hard day of band practice, we all headed over to grandpa No-No's house for a little chicken, shrimp, and tomato lunch with the family.

I totally dig on chicken, but shrimp...um...no thank you very much, and isn't there something in tomatoes that makes you sick? Why do you keep offering them to me?

Here is No-no trying to explain to me why I really should try to avoid crawling on the mossy and dirty bricks below us....notice, I said "trying".

I've just finished telling No-no how the world works and to place me down, I need to spread my wings!


Here I am telling everyone how I'm doing just fine, and that I totally made it waaaay over here all on my own.

Now, I just have to decide how I'm going to head out to the backyard without actually having to touch the grass....more tomorrow on my next successful manipulation of adults!

We're getting the band back together!

So, we decided to get the family band back together! But, the first thing we had to do was to hold auditions....and of course you need to have judges...so, doggy and I stepped up to the challenge....and away we went.

First, I played a bit just to warm up and show the new kids what I expected from them. In the background of the photo you can see my Aunt Shereen who snapping and singing along and keeping time with my banging....needless to say, she didn't make the cut...sorry.

Of all the people who auditioned for the family band, my cousin Leila did the best job, she was awesome! She was playing the harmonica like a professional! She's totally in the band!

Doggie and I were trilled about her performance and couldn't wait to tell her how much we were looking forward to having her in our band....We were also excited that she would be the one who would be telling her mother that she didn't make the cut, and not us...phew!

Let's jam!

Dad said so!!

Alright people, listen up! So the other day dad, mom and I were doing our daily walk before dinner and all of a sudden mom seemed to have tumbled to the ground  - dad didnt seem to be distressed so I wasn't worried but then before i knew it dad also was down there with mom. I couldn't figure out what the were doing until i caught a glimpse of the 2nd most adorable thing i have ever seen ! Apparently this thing ...is called a Puggle. 

I want one! I need one! It needs me! 

Its just my size and seems to have the same energy level i do, plus my parents attempts to keep me entertained these days are pretty week. So, I did my best to try and convey my enthusiasm and I have to say that my communication skills MUST be getting better as dad said that if mom gets rid of the two cats its a done deal. 

Woo Hoo! can anyone help me set up the Craiglist ad? or just show me how to slide the lock on the cat door for that matter???

That was a long flight, and boy are my arms tired!

We are finally here....man, have I mentioned how much I don't love flying? Anyway, when we got to St. Louis, dad and I were pooped! Totally drained....me, because I'm a growing baby, dad... because he's soft. Anyway, once we arrived, dad and I just collapsed on the bed.

After a bit of chilling and kicking dad (check the blurred foot; gave his sorry-soft ass a whooping!) mom changed me into my pajamas and it was time to get myself off to sleepy land. But, before we got ready for lights out, she took some pictures of me with my newest toy - Senior Big Ears - from my St. Louis grandmother. Big Ears is dope. When I'm not chewing on my thermometer case or - offering mom a bite - I like to suck on Big Ears' big ears...tasty and sponge on my gums! Thanks for the tasty treat!

On another plane?! Ug.

So, here we are AGAIN, on another plane! Dear sweet mother of God, why me, why meeee?!?!?! Well, apparently we are off to see dad's mom and dad since he has to go back to where he grew up for a meeting or something. Anyway, so here we are again spending hours on a plane...and I'm bored.

Since mom and dad were doing a piss-poor job of entertaining me, I decided that it was up to me to go and find something to do, so I was off like a tree...or something like that.

Just when I was starting to find myself something to do, Mr. Party Pooper showed up and blocked my path to joy, entertainment and enlightenment....grrr.

I don't want to play with a damn stuffed animal! I want to run free, like the buffalo! Put me down! I pleaded. Just when I was trying to get my point across to dad, something really weird happened.

His face disappeared when he was giving me a stern talking to....needless to say, when someone's face disappears while they are scolding you...you tend to listen.

Boy have I got some air miles!

Guess what....I'm going on another trip! Having returned not too long ago from a vist to see one part of my family down in LA, I am now off to visit another part of my family in Missouri! I had no idea this was coming, didn't even see mom and dad packing, or notice that the dogs had disappeared off to "camp" again. We were just having dinner last night when dad leaned over and whispered in my ear that we were going to take another trip!

So, being all excited, I scurried over to my airplane seat, and buckled myself in: Let's role People! I'm still not a big fan of air travel, but I'm getting used to it...and I have a feeling that my preference, in this case, does not matter.

So, as we prepared to traverse the airports and skies of this country, we got all the strollers loaded up and the girlie strapped in...see you soon!

The only thing I wanted was CHEESE!

So, as I mentioned before, dad went out of town a little while ago;  apparently he went to Switzerland. So, when mom told me this, I was like sweeeet - SWISS CHEESE! I love cheese! So, aside from wanting to hang with the poppy, I also was full of anxiety and excitement awaiting his return so that we could break cheese together.... when he finally returned, I was pumped!

Mom came into my room and told me close my eyes because dad had brought me a big surprise, I was like - awesome! Cut me a big slice of that cheese! Needless to say, when she popped this viking-like red and white monstrosity with horns on my head, I was having none of it. Sure, it took me a few moments to figure out what was going on, but once I grasped the deception, it was war - Me vs. the Helmet....you can see who won. Oh ya, and dad, I don't know what the Euros are and I don't care what "they" call soccer or we call football or whatever the hell you were jabbering on about. Most of all I don't care who's playing, I WANT ME SOME CHEESE!

Happy Birthday Drayson!

So my ex-boyfriend and current homey Drayson had his first birthday just the other day, and it was a bash! He had burritos, cake, margaritas, and cake, and cake and homemade dip and cake!! Since we all love The DIJer, mom and I and a few of our other friends sent him some balloons, which he loved...except when they popped, then he cried like a baby....not the first time I've made him cry.

Anyway, as you can see I was in my best sweater vest for the event and even brought my giant blueberry to gnaw on until the cake was served. So, you might ask yourself, what happened when the cake was served......?

Drayson cried!!! Cried about cake! Not about not getting cake, but because he didn't want to eat it! Dear God....what is wrong with this child?! My cake, your cake, her cake, his cake, they are all for me to eat, so keep it coming! Crying about getting too much cake?! Wow.....

Morning Calisthenics

Every day when mom or dad comes into my room to break me out of my upstairs baby cage, we all plop down on the ground for a little chit-chat and some exercise. As you can sort of see in these pictures, Brown Dog and Max are both here with us as well to supervise my exercise. So, after some pleasantries with my mom, I find the nearest thing I can – in this case, her leg – and climb over. Once I’m over, I smile and clap for myself, then it’s time to climb back over her leg to the other side, clap, smile and repeat. 

I gotta tell you, I love climbing over things, and up them. When dad’s here in the mornings and he lays down on the ground, I jump on his lap and start to climb up his chest to his head. However, he usually stops me before I get to far along…not really sure why, but he’s not a big fan of me using his mouth and nose as hand and foot holes for my accent…so selfish!

Relaxing with family ... ahhh!

So, as you might remember, my mom and I went down to sunny SoCal and I have to say that the weather there ROCKS! I mean who doesn't like to swim in the morning (outside!?!) walk to dinner and enjoy a nice dinner on the patio.... a heaven! I was so relaxed when I was there that I managed to tinkle on my Grammy a few times , luckly she didnt seem to mind - awesome!

Another fantastic part of the trip was hanging out with Auntie Boot, her super nice boyfriend: Michael and their "furry baby Max". For some strange reason they kept on calling him a name Denmark, which I never understood, dont they know we are in California? in the USA? Guess we cant all be intellectually advanced, right?

If I can’t see you…

I can’t be sure if my logic is correct or not, but it has occurred to me, that if I can’t see you then surely you can’t see me, right? Unsure of the scientific reliability of my thesis, I decided to test it while in the kitchen this evening. As usual, when I was done with dinner, I told mom and dad to get me out of my chair and put my ass on the ground…now! So, being good little parents and bending to my every will as they must, they plopped me on the ground. Mind you, this is the same ground that the dogs and cats sleep, walk, and drool/slobber on, and have pooped, peed, vomited on, etc…but that’s a rant for another day. Anyway, so after mom plopped me on the ground I made a beeline and scurried under dad’s chair. As I arrived dad got up and headed for the other side of the room; could he be looking for me? Was I invisible to his prying eyes?! Just to ensure that I was fully covered, I grabbed two of the chair’s legs and slowly scooted it over my head….I thought I had them fooled! However, just when I was getting my hopes up, mom dropped down to my level with her damn surveillance camera and snapped a picture of me in my hiding spot: foiled again! Blasted!

Play Date?

Mom set up a play date with some of my (her!) friends today, so she and I jumped in the car and headed out for the play ground. I can’t say that we’ve ever been to this one before, but it was great. We were hanging out on the grey lump and trying to figure out what the hell to do with it, when out of the corner of my eye who should appear? T-bone! Not sure if you remember T-Bone, a.k.a Tyler, but the last I saw of him was his belly as he crawled over me like I was merely a speed bump. If you think back, it was before I had learned to crawl, and yet he was an expect. Back when we last saw each other months ago we had been talking to each other for a while, when he spotted something of great interested to him over my shoulder (cake it turns out). Anyway, he proceeded to get on all fours, put his head down, and make road kill out of me. So, back to today, as I said, as I was sitting by the grey bump, Tyler came strutting up in his Capri pants with his color popped and leaned against the grey bump, gave me a head nod, and said, “sup?” I was speechless….Tyler has done a lot of growing and motor skill developing in the last few months…apparently the slack-jawed look on my face was not what he was looking for….he waited for about a three count then moseyed off to the next group of ladies….great to see you again too, take care!

My Cellmates…

As we have discussed in the past, mom and dad put together a baby-pin in the basement to hold me and I guess some other undesirables as well…round up the usual suspects kind of a situation if you ask me. Apparently they are under the impression that I like to “play” in the pen. While it’s not all that bad really, I do have a few concerns about my cellmates who are locked up with me in the baby-pin. I don’t mean to sound….well, is prejudice the right word? I'm not sure…ok, so I don’t mean to sound prejudice, but Christ, 4 out of 5 inmates in the baby-pin are from the Elmo family! I mean, what the hell is going on with these things when they are growing up? Kind of a child-star gone wrong thing? Different Strokes meets Sesame Street? My cellmates consist of Tickle-me-Elmo, Chicken-Dance-Elmo, Hokey-Pokey Elmo, and finally Screaming-Elmo Head, and of course then there is me. They are all nice enough guys but…come on, clinically speaking, I would think this would be statistically significant, right? Will someone please look into this for me, I’m currently incarcerated in the basement.

I'm swiming in the swimin' pool!

I love me some water! When mom put in my swimin' suit I knew there was some fun to be had, but I couldn't remember what this monkey suit meant....then I saw it!! WATER!!!! As I've told you, we went down to LA and saw grandma and Aunt Maggie. So, being that we have a pool at our disposal and lots of family who were willing to play, Aunt Maggie took me in the pool with my LA car...I had no idea that I even had a car both in Hawaii and another one in LA, this is dope! So, needless to say, Aunt Maggie and I had a good ol' time swimming in the pool with my new car....awesome! Although its not shown, my LA car has a roof that comes off....with Velcro...which doesn't seem all that save, but its a great way to get me some sun!

What is that I see?

Well, she jammed me in this outfit, and it's almost like I can smell it....but I can't figure out what all this means...man....I can't remember....what is that I hear?

Man....this should ring a bell.....I feel like I should know what being dressed up in this outfit means, and I can smell something....damn what the hell is this all about?

WAIT! What's that over there? Oh Oh Oh!!!! WATER!!!!!! Take me in! Take me in!!!

El Papi es el mejor!!

Ode to Papi!

From what I hear ... today is a day to honor the secondary care giver in the house...

for me that would be Papi aka Da da. I love my Papi, yes I do I love my Papi thru & thru!

Below is a little di-dee that I thought would be perfect for this day. (dont think that I will let you out of your duties though!)

Im happy you're my Dad!

I feel safe when you are with me

You show me fun things to do

You make my life much better

the best father i know is YOU!

Im happy you're my Papi

and so I want to say...

I love you, Da da, and wish you

A Happy 1st Father's Day!

Papi giving me my first lesson in investments

Papi showing me how to "get some sun on my ugly face"

Papi and I just Chillin ---MY FAVORITE!!