I'm Miss Independent!!
This last week Mama and me went to Lake Tahoe to visit Grandpa and Papa. We went other places too, Grandma and Grandpa's, Grandpa and Noni's, Aunt Tracey & Uncle Dave's, and back to Grandma and Grandpa's, but I wanted to tell you a little story about Lake Tahoe.
First off, Lake Tahoe was fun! I got to chase around some of my cousins, and steal their Jenga pieces and put them in the box, and Mama bought me a doll stroller to push around and around and around. I got to sleep in a closet (in my pack & play, of course), and I got to see the Lake! There was sand, but it's different sand than the beach, more like lots of little pebbles. The water was kinda cold, but Mommy bounced me in and out of the water, and then we sat on the sand and piled it on our toes to keep them warm.
Does any of that sound very independent? I'm not sure, 'cause I don't know what that means, but Mama says that I want to be Miss Independent! Wanna know why? Do you? Do you?
Okay......one night, we barbequed chicken for dinner. Me and my cousins all got drumsticks. Mama thought she would be funny and take the meat off my drumstick and put it on my plate. I forgot to tell Mama that I want to eat like the big kids, so I figured I'd just pretend until I could get my hands on the whole thing. I ate one piece, and then I took a piece and put it in my mouth, and I was VERY SNEAKY....I turned my head away from Mama and spit it out onto the ground. That way she would THINK I ate all my chicken, and then maybe she would remember to give me the whole thing instead of taking off pieces like she was feeding a BABY.
The plan worked for awhile - the thinking part, not the giving me the whole thing part. Mama thought I was eating my chicken, and she was happy. But she still wouldn't give me the whole thing. It was time for phase 2. I had to be a little less sneaky now, and run the risk of getting in trouble. I'm good too -- phase 2 worked in about....oh.....1 try! Mama did get kind of upset with me, but at least now I know that I should just ASK for the whole drumstick, and Mama might give it to me.
Mama wanted to show you the picture of me eating my drumstick, but her phone won't let her send it to the computer, so you'll just have to imagine what it looked like!
First off, Lake Tahoe was fun! I got to chase around some of my cousins, and steal their Jenga pieces and put them in the box, and Mama bought me a doll stroller to push around and around and around. I got to sleep in a closet (in my pack & play, of course), and I got to see the Lake! There was sand, but it's different sand than the beach, more like lots of little pebbles. The water was kinda cold, but Mommy bounced me in and out of the water, and then we sat on the sand and piled it on our toes to keep them warm.
Does any of that sound very independent? I'm not sure, 'cause I don't know what that means, but Mama says that I want to be Miss Independent! Wanna know why? Do you? Do you?
Okay......one night, we barbequed chicken for dinner. Me and my cousins all got drumsticks. Mama thought she would be funny and take the meat off my drumstick and put it on my plate. I forgot to tell Mama that I want to eat like the big kids, so I figured I'd just pretend until I could get my hands on the whole thing. I ate one piece, and then I took a piece and put it in my mouth, and I was VERY SNEAKY....I turned my head away from Mama and spit it out onto the ground. That way she would THINK I ate all my chicken, and then maybe she would remember to give me the whole thing instead of taking off pieces like she was feeding a BABY.
The plan worked for awhile - the thinking part, not the giving me the whole thing part. Mama thought I was eating my chicken, and she was happy. But she still wouldn't give me the whole thing. It was time for phase 2. I had to be a little less sneaky now, and run the risk of getting in trouble. I'm good too -- phase 2 worked in about....oh.....1 try! Mama did get kind of upset with me, but at least now I know that I should just ASK for the whole drumstick, and Mama might give it to me.
Mama wanted to show you the picture of me eating my drumstick, but her phone won't let her send it to the computer, so you'll just have to imagine what it looked like!
