Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Miss C. asked her mama to bundle me up in the mei tai today. I spent the morning snuggled up close to her chest, while she looked for bugs in the front yard, explored Ama's purse and played with Master W.
It felt so good to be so loved.
Saturday, May 29, 2010
The last time you saw me I was sitting alone and forgotten behind the door of Miss C.'s bedroom. I admit I was feeling rather sorry for myself, and desperately hoping she'd take notice of me again.
This wasn't exactly what I had in mind.
Friday, May 28, 2010
Normally, I'm not camera-shy.
It's just that... well lately I've been feeling a little grubby. Miss C. and I go everywhere together and I haven't had a good bath in ages. You can imagine how dingy my white fur looks right about now.
Good thing the baby monitor she was pretending to use as a camera doesn't take real photos. I got lucky this time. I'd better ask her mama for a bath soon... there's no telling when she might storm in wielding a real camera.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Look no further than the Primetime Primates!
That's right, folks, when you book a slot with the Primetime Primates not only do you get five monkeys for the price of one but you get the best diaper change entertainment in the west!
And we guarantee that our monkey business will leave your baby in a fit of giggles... or your money back!
Monday, May 24, 2010
When I went to bed last night I was a regular bear. Now... well, now I'm some sort of Frankentoy science experiment.
I must be in the midst of a really bad dream. I'd pinch myself to find out, but I'm way too creeped out by my baby doll hand.
Please wake up. Please wake up. Please wake up.
Sunday, May 23, 2010
Saturday, May 22, 2010
...and I'm toast.
I feel like I'm in one of those action/adventure movies where the hero's car is dangling precariously from the edge of a cliff. Only I'm not James Bond and there's no convenient tree branch nearby to grab onto.
Friday, May 21, 2010
We may not look like a gourmet meal (or even an appetizing one), but she called us a "beautiful feast". We like to think of Miss C. is a bit of a petite Picasso when it comes to cooking.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
I consider myself to be a patient bear. I let her dress me in diapers and too-big toddler clothes. I don't get upset when she leaves me strapped in Master W.'s car seat for hours at a time. And I don't mind being tossed around the house all day long.
But putting me on the hot stove? It's just cruel.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Saturday, May 15, 2010
Friday, May 14, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
We were supposed to have a play date today. Miss C. dressed me up in my best sleeper, loaded me in the stroller and took off running.
That was 20 minutes ago. I don't think she's coming back.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Monday, May 10, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
What we wouldn't give to be made into a big bowl of salsa or even a pot of spaghetti sauce. Instead, we're forever being turned into tomato soup.
We're meant for so much more. BLT sandwiches, guacamole, pico de gallo... the possibilities are endless! But here we sit in our bowls, day after day.
Maybe someday things will change. A tomato can dream, right?
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
They shot me into the air in the big finale of Mickey's parade at Disneyland. Now I'm just one of the guys, hanging out in the craft box waiting to be made into an art project. Celebrity confetti one day, craft supply the next.
Isn't life crazy?
Monday, May 3, 2010
Sitting here, squashed under the backpack, isn't exactly what I'd call good times.
Could somebody help me out? I heard Miss C.'s mama and daddy talking about going to see Mickey next. I was really hoping to meet him...
Sunday, May 2, 2010
Miss C. thought her daddy could use a nice cup of milk while he paid the bills today. I've always known she's a smart cookie. After all, she knows I'm the best drink in the play kitchen... far superior to that upstart orange juice that's been lurking about lately.