Thursday, May 14, 2009

May 13, 2009

Tore pages from Mike's Ripley's book. Made the sad face and cried when Mom scolded me. Continued to cry off and on for an hour whenever Mom looked at me, even though I had forgotten the original reason for crying.

Insisted that Jack share his Stage One Gerber applesauce with me. Baby food is goooood.

Rearranged Mom's wallet because I can never find anything in there when I need it.

Discovered the joys of self-portraiture.

1 comment:

  1. I, too, hate the way you organize your wallet. Good day's work, #4!

    Is it ok if I call him that? I promise to stop before he know what it means. Maybe I should stick to something less iffy-like Deere. Cause he likes tractors and nothing runs like a Deere.