A Tisket, A Tasket...

...a baby in a basket!

Rain, Rain, Go Away...

...and it finally did. Mommy took me out to play!

In Your Easter Bonnet...

Dear Diary,

I bet you thought that there would be pictures of me in my Easter dress, right? This is a sore topic for me. You see, I was napping peacefully yesterday morning when Mommy suddenly appeared at my crib with a (gasp!) dress. A pink dress with little white buttons & a matching bonnet.

First, she changed my diaper. That was okay. I like being fresh. Next, came a pink onesie & then fancy white tights. I made her work hard to get those on. I am pretty talented with my "kicky legs". Next came little bloomers & the dress. Mommy eventually got it buttoned in the back -- you have to at least give her an A for effort. That woman does not give up. Then... came... the... bonnet.

I thrashed from the left to the right, I screamed, I scratched, I poked, we wrestled, until finally, defeated, we went to church with the bonnet on my head.

"You WILL wear this bonnet. It looks cute!!" Mommy said through clenched teeth.

Due to the wrestling, there was limited time for pictures. However, I have heard rumors that today just might be a "dress up the baby & take pictures" kind of day. Great. I can't wait.

Dear Diary,

Yesterday, I had a playdate with my friend Marin. Her mommy & my mommy are friends and that works out well for us. While they talk and drink coffee, we discover new uses for ordinary things. Did you know that toilet paper makes great confetti? Or that buttons make good chew toys?

We had so much fun, that we all decided to continue the fun by going out for dinner. The restaurant gave us a big booth with two highchairs, which was fun because Marin and I could sit next to each other. Here is Marin...

Here is Marin with her Mommy...

See that cup of milk? Right after this picture was taken, she dropped it and her Daddy had a wet, milky bottom. That's when the Daddies voted to put us in our chairs, but Marin knocked a container of salsa all over Mommy. Wow! That got everyone's attention -- note to self, remember the salsa trick.

I happily ate some rice cereal, veggies, and peaches because it was obvious that my parents weren't sharing their enchiladas! I chewed on the menus, entertained folks with my dinosaur growl, and not to be out done by Marin, I spilled a glass of water into Daddy's lap.

At about that time, the owner of El Paraiso escorted us out and suggested babysitters.