I AM a big kid

My big brothers and sister keep telling me, "Look at you being a big girl!  Look at you sitting with the big kids!" 

Seriously, I AM a big kid.  And the boss in this house.  Don't sound so surprised. 

WME is like the paparazzi

I have a new game with WME.  I like to smile and be genuinely adorable until she tries to take my picture...then it's time for blank face.  I'm not her trained monkey.  I'm not smiling on demand so she can post me all over the Facebook.  No thanks.  

Just to show her who's boss, I let my babysitter video me not just smiling, but LAUGHING yesterday.  Love my Aunt Misti.  Check me out:  

Making the move

As many of you know, friends, I've been using WME's (Worst Mom Ever) FB account to air my grievances with her poor and neglectful parenting.  But she's on to me, and in order to preserve my First Amendment rights, I've moved here to my very own blog.  I'm also working on getting a hotline to Grandma established so I can reach her in emergencies, like when I have to cry for more than two minutes or when my bouncy seat music isn't to my satisfaction.  I'm also working on rescuing some of my old posts from under her editorial control, so I'll be sharing those from time to time. 

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