Two months, twenty two days

TV will rot your baby's brain.

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Dear Daddy,

I wish to make a formal complaint regarding the lack of spoiling that I feel I am entitled to as evidence by being your only daughter. I will hold Mommy hostage until all of my demands are met. You have 72 hours to acquire for me:

A rainbow colored unicorn, A Malibu Barbie Dream House that is purple,

A dolphin that can sing "You are my sunshine,"

Heart shaped pink diamond earrings that sparkle like my eyes,

A pony that is purple with pink polka-dots,
A baby doll that looks EXACTLY like me,

An OshKoshB'gosh credit card,

Two puppies with BIG bows on their collars,

A new party dress with matching shoes,

Hairbows to match every outfit,

And every Baby Einstein DVD they make.

Just remember, 72 hours to get me what I want or else Mommy gets it!

- Elliott

Two months, twenty one days

"Um, you sure you know what you are doing?"

"Now just a little to the left..." Yea for bathtime!


"Woman, don't make me come at you!"

"Powder my bottom NOW!"

"But Daddy, a princess shouldn't have a bedtime."

Two months, ninteen days

BaByZiLlA

Whatever you do, don't turn around. That isn't a life-sized dust bunny behind you.

Two months, seventeen days

Two months, two days

WARNING

The following post contains N.B.B.

(Naked Baby Booty)

For Poppa Joe...

"To the moon, Alice!"

One month, twenty two days

The more that I look at Elliott, the more I see her looking like a certain Star Wars character.

Do you see it?

Who did you think that I was referring to?

One month, nineteen days

Nap time!

She has her Daddy's mouth.
Just because you haven't seen Ophelia lately in the photos doesn't mean that she isn't there. She is like a white ninja just waiting for her moment to strike. (She is Asian; you can tell by the squinty eyes and pointed ears.)