One Little Monkey

Infectious Laughter

What's in Mommy's Belly

My plot

I'm supposed to go to bed but I don't want to.

What can I do?

Mommy already said that was the last book.

Daddy just brings me a tissue if I ask to blow my nose.

I Know!

I say I have to pee.

Mommy will do anything to get me to sit on that silly little green potty thing.

Ha, I've squeezed out another 15 minutes and still haven't peed.

But I know I'm walking a fine line.

Look mommy's got bright red cheeks.

Uh, oh here comes daddy.

Good night!

Mommy's an A$$ .-P

Conversation the last few mornings on the way to day-care:

Stella: Mommy, arm
Mommy: Can't you walk?
Stella: MOMMY, ARM!
Mommy: What am I, your pack mule?

Yesterday, heading upstairs to bed:
Stella: Mommy, Arm
Mommy: Stella, I can't always carry you.
Stella: Mommy, Eeeaaw

Portraits

It's been a while since I posted some pictures.
Here are a few Portaits I have taken over the last month.

Evolution