Southern at Heart

Silly woman.

She's been trying -unsuccessfully- for a year to get me to eat meat, especially chicken. She's prepared it a variety of ways but I always turned up my nose at her attempts. I wouldn't have anything to do with it.

Last night, unrelenting, she filled my bowl with barbeque chicken and baked beans. Of course I wouldn't have the beans because those are worse than chicken, but I ate all my chicken and all of her chicken. She was surprised, and too happy to realize she was still hungry.

She must have forgotten. I may have been born in California, but I was made in Virginia!

Babble On, Baby

This summer has been an explosion of talking for me. Talking's really a lot of fun. Now I'm surprising Mummy with a new word every day, and some real gems, too, like "bum," "elbow," "picture," "hello" (instead of hi,) and "work." Mummy gets super-excited about it. I don't know what the big deal is, she talks all day long.

Fall Into Cleaning

Mummy said something this morning about being tired of living in a hovel. I don't know what she was talking about, I like having all my toys within reach. She cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. Some things she put away that I didn't want away, and I had to take them out again, but for the most part I let her do her thing.

After I un-stacked the blocks a few times I got the feeling she needed some alone time so I went upstairs. She knew where I was, it wasn't like I was being sneaky or anything.

I know she doesn't often have time to clean up the bedroom so I decided to make it SeaBreeze fresh. When the bottle was empty I closed it up and returned it to it's proper place in the bathroom (do you see how helpful I am?) When she came upstairs, following her nose, she saw me holding some hair products (do not ask what I had in mind for the root lifter) and promptly took me back downstairs, making sure that the door to her room was properly latched this time.

I'm not sure she realized how grateful she should be that I freshened up her bedroom in the spirit of her cleaning.

I've Got Him Right Where I Want Him

Yesterday morning I woke up at 4:30. Bleary-eyed, Mummy came into my room and cuddled me for a few minutes, explaining that it was still the middle of the night and time to be sleeping. She returned me to my own bed, which I found unacceptable. So I called "Daddy" through my tears in my most pathetic voice.

It took him a few minutes to come, but he came. He chatted with me and took me downstairs for a drink. Finally he did what he knew I wanted all along, and he let me go to bed with him. I stretched and squirmed and kicked my way to comfort until Mummy finally relented and moved to her corner of the foot of the bed.

She didn't say anything to Daddy yesterday about how she felt about what had happened in the night, but he seemed a little sorry that she got shoved to the end of the bed.

This morning I woke up a little after 5. Again Mummy came in and sat with me, then put me back in bed. Again I cried for Daddy and again he came. Again we went downstairs. And finally we went to bed. He tried to keep me close to him so Mummy didn't get kicked out, but I think she's still displeased.

The point is, I know what I want, and I know how to get it.