Welcome, Edward

Like I really believe your parents didn't name you after that nerd from Twilight. Also, could you please stop crying for your mom at drop off every morning? It's starting to ruin my appetite for second breakfast.

Barf.

Big whoop, Annabelle

I went away for a long holiday weekend and, while I was gone, you grew some hair. All of my congratulations go to you for finally getting around to doing something I managed to do before I was even born.

Please let me know the date on which I should schedule your parade.

 

Digging for gold

It was bad enough that my mom dressed me in a onesie AND overalls after Miss Susan told her I had been exploring my diaper and wiping the contents on my leg. Did she and my dad really have to add insult to injury by giving me the new nickname "Dirt Angel"?

This is the most recent photo I could find of someone almost pulling off overalls.
This guy is in a nursing home, now.

What has four legs, a shell and lives above my cubbie?

Last week during circle time, we learned about pets. Everyone was invited to bring something that reminded them of their own pet and we talked about it with the group. I live in a pet free building (good call, management company) in the city. Consequently, I brought my plush squirrel, Eggo, who reminds me of the little guy that lives in the tree outside my window, where animals belong.

I'd like to see your dog try to climb a tree
with an intact waffle in his mouth.

Little did we toddlers know that the whole show-and-tell was just a clever rouse to get us excited about the new class pet. This week, Miss Susan proudly delivered Turtle to the toddler room. He lives in about an inch of water in a small plastic box right above my cubbie. I don't think the placement was accidental. After I brought a squirrel to the learning center, Miss Susan probably assumed I needed more exposure to indoor animals. Too bad she didn't come to me for a name, too. Apparently, he will be known as "Turtle" until she can think of a name that is easy enough for us to pronounce. I would have suggested "Vermouth."

An animal inside? That's crazy!

Despite the fact that he is basically a Salmonella machine and looks nothing like the Lonesome George I was expecting, Turtle is quite loveable. He lets us touch his back (I wash my hands immediately after, of course) and he hardly ever hides in his shell, unless Julian is around. From afar, having a pet isn't the worst thing in the world.