Dear Diaries

Dear Diary,

Uncle Eddie gave me this Sally doll for Christmas.  I love her more than the moon; however, my mom is a little freaked out by her.  Now that I think of it, I haven’t actually seen Sally for a couple weeks.  Hmmm.

But that’s okay, I have a bunch of other babies that are a little easier to manage.

Nana gave me this tea set last year.  I make approximately four hundred and six  kettles per day and offer it to everybody and everything in sight.  Just to warn you, I add a lot of milk and sugar, and I stir pretty rambunctiously.  Sometimes I drink tea straight from the kettle, which Mom thinks the queen wouldn’t exactly approve of, but whatever.

Grandma Lynette made me a superhero cape.  I like to dash around the living room saving the world.  Depending on the day, you may call me either Prince Philip or Pink Superhero Princess. I like to mix things up.

Everybody keeps asking me if I’m potty-trained.  Trained… like I’m a dog, or something.  Well.  I will not be trained.  I will continue to poop and pee in my diaper like a dignified human.

Sincerely,

Prince Phillip the Pink

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Dear Diary,

Yeah, I can pretty much sit up by myself.  No big deal, really, except that I’m awesome.  I mean, sometimes I fall down (usually onto my nose), but I just try to keep it real.

The sis gives me a couple hundred cups of tea a day.  I don’t actually like tea, but I love me some teacup.  Tasty.

I’ve acquired a new skill – so much better than mostly sitting up.  I just open my mouth and shriek with all my might, just like a  pterodactyl. 

I shriek,

and shriek,

and shriek.

All day long.  I never tire of it, I could keep going and going…

                    … what’s that, Mom?  You want me to stop shrieking???

No problem, I’ll yell instead.

These are my adorable little piggy toes.  I yell at them, too.

I have a confession to make.  I love my mom.  So, so, so much.  Sometimes she puts me down which makes me really, ridiculously sad.  And sometimes (shudder) she walks right by me and doesn’t pick me up.  How am I to handle such sorrow?

Luckily I have The Sis.  We are BFFs already.  My favorite is when she’s Prince Philip or the Pink Princess Superhero.  She turns on some awesome bouncy-seat tunes and dances around the living room or kitchen.  That’s my favorite.

Lastly, I totally tried this new dish the other night.  It was called “smashed pears.”  Rocked my world.  Seriously, have you tried them?

Wait – one more thing.  I am so sick right now.  I’ve been crying with a fever for like three days straight.  Not really like me, but I don’t want the parents to let their guard down, because then they might put me down and I HATE THAT SO BAD WHEN I’M SICK!!!

(I may or may not have pooped all over my outfit yesterday and my mom and dad may or may not have forgotten to pack a spare.  So I may or may not be wearing an XL men’s Boston University t-shirt that my dad found in his desk at work.  Don’t worry about it.)

I guess that’s all for now. 

Peace out -

Lil