Monday was one of those marathon days: cleaning for our 65th house showing, shopping, very quick power nap, my first tea party, new potty book with noise-making flush button, acting lessons, groceries, grilling out, playing ball, driving my car, a little "signing time" action, visit with friends. Entirely too much to list here.
WARNING: This post contains a lot of video footage.
Only the most die hard Mia fans will make it through,
but it's well worth your time.
This is me with my new tea set after one of my famously short naps.
Pretty fancy, eh? And aren't you impressed with my tea time manners?
I also practiced my acting skills with a game of "hide the doggy in the kitty bag" like only I can play it. This is a long video, but if you watch the whole thing, I think you'll know who's about to get her big Hollywood break...
Just another fine example of my acting skills. Look at this wide range of expression!
(ok, so this one above was not taken on Monday, but I am pretty proud of it)I have even mastered some inappropriate Italian hand gestures.
all this and I can still smile quite well, too.
I learned plenty of new words over the weekend including but not limited to...
"drool" "pretty" "pig" "tea" "pink" and "help"
I also say "ha he hi ho hu" constantly as a way to practice my vowels. Check my vowels as well as my tough girl act here:
Here's me with the wonderful new potty book that I mentioned earlier (makes authentic flushing sounds!). I like this book. When I read it I get an odd sensation that I'm studying up for some sort of big test but I'm not sure what it is yet.
I forgot to bring my camera to LT's house.
Too bad -
Count Diapula was surfing on his toy truck - so cool.
To top of a very active day, daddy helped me fly like an airplane and then tickled me like crazy. In the footage below, you'll see me request "more more" after about the 30th time around. Great workout for the daddy arms.
As you can see - a very full Monday.
Some of you may assume this kind of day would lead to many hours of uninterrupted sleep, but then you would be vastly underestimating my stamina and resiliency!
After all my earlier not-so-subtle hints about appropriate footware were seemingly ignored, I was beginning to worry that the Boulder Cotton Tops' cotton was not just on the outside of the aging hippie crania. But, just about the time you're going to give up, they surprise you. And what a surprise -- straight from Valencia.
