Rain, Rain...

Come Back! For those of you living in So Cal, we had quite a few days of rain this month. I was tired of staying in the house all the time and begged my mom to let me go out. What can be better than water falling from the sky? It's like a giant shower/bath (when you lay in the bathtub and also have the shower running...it's the greatest). Anyway, Mom suited me up and out we went. It was shear luck that it started pouring as soon as we stepped outside! No problem, I had my rain jacket and my rain boots (and my pj's, but that's not officially part of my gear).
It was SO MUCH FUN!!! Tons of mud puddles for me to splash in and rain drops to catch in my mouth. I even did a big splash in one of the puddles (where I plop down with my booty in the water...trust me it makes a BIG splash). After a while Mom was getting chilly so I stripped down at the door and went in. I can't wait for it to rain again!

Splash, Splash!

Disneyland + Red Robin = Love

Happy Belated Valentines Day! I had the best love day a kid could have. I went with the two people I love the most (mom and dad) to Disneyland. They took me over to Tom Sawyer's Island for the first time. That place is AWESOME!! There is all this cool pirate stuff and lots of room for me to run around and explore. One of my favorite things was the suspension bridge. Mom, Dad, and I got that thing bouncing like crazy!!! There are also ducks over there that don't seem too bothered by little kids like me running right up to them, trying to pet them.
After Disney we went to Red Robin for our romantic dinner. I couldn't love anything more than french fries, chicken strips, and a balloon. Plus the food came so fast I don't have to eat the crayons! All in all it was a love filled Valentines Day.

Dad took me up the tree house on Tom Sawyer's Island. Hi Mom!

Oh boy, do I love wheels! I spend a good 10-15 minutes just spinning this thing.

I've got my OWN cup of milk, my OWN balloon, and my OWN coloring page. Life doesn't get any better than this.

Shaggy

So, my mop was getting a little shaggy...not on top mind you, just on the sides and in the back. It was getting a little embarrassing to get up from a nap or out of my car seat and have the back of my hair look like a rats nest. Dad was the brave man who decided to take it upon himself to chop my mop. He got out his trusty hair cutting scissors, comb, and cape and went to work. I was not too fond of the cape...too restricting...but I'm not sure I loved the itchy hair all down my back after I ripped the cape off either. My pops cleaned me all up and now I am back to the handsome bachelor I was before. My only concern is that the hair on top of my head will never grow and I will be forever doomed to sport a mullet!