bad hair day

It was a bad hair day. I guess we all feel like this every now and then. The fuzz is falling out of your lamby. Your hair looks like this. It's Monday. And you peed in your bed.

Just do what I do:
1. Take a double shot of whole milk.
2. Cry and grumble a lot.
3. And get a new pullup on.

You'll make it. Hey--I did.

beautiful

I'm not up for speaking just yet. Blogging I can do, but so far I can't talk too much. Still working on perfecting my, "La la la la." I almost have it.

But that's okay in this case, because words can't even begin to describe all the ways in which my mommy is beautiful. Wouldn't you agree? They call me Grace, but I get it all from her. She knows everything. Daddy doesn't have a clue when I start crying what he should do. But mommy, well--suffice it to say, I'm just "ga-ga" for her!

contemplations

What is the meaning of life? As I sit here with just my thumb and self, I wonder, like so many of you, why am I here? If it is only for the sake of the here and now, then "let us suck, drool and spit up, for tomorrow we die!" Yet, there is a gnawing hunger inside of me. It won't let me go. Not to mention, I'm teething. I have more than just a yearning for clean diapers. It is an emptiness that no ordinary binky can satisfy. And while we're at it, why all these big people making incoherent jibberish sounds and pinching my skin? That really riles me.