Mr. P strikes again! There is no denying it...Mr. Porcupine and I are
simply inseparable. Wherever I go, he goes. Since the day mommy
brought him home, he has been by my side. To quote Forrest Gump (with a
slight variation), "From that day on, we was always together....Mr. P
and I are like peas and carrots."
Friday, September 16
Thursday, September 15
Me and My Tennis Ball
Woohoo...daddy came home early today and you know what that means? It's tennis ball time! I see that bouncy, yellow ball I just go ballistic. I can chase that ball all day long. And again....it's MY ball...all MINE!
Wednesday, September 14
My Best Friend: Mr. Porcupine
Dear Mr. Porcupine:
I judge all of my toys on a scale of One to
You. I hope you know how special you are
to me. The best things in life aren’t “things,” they
are friends like you. I have big friends
and small friends. Old friends and new
friends. Loud friends and quiet
friends. Nice friends and sweet friends.
But you’re the best kind of friend. You make the good times better and the bad
times not so bad and the in-between times more in-betweenish. Thanks so much for being there for me and for
being my best friend.
Love and hugs,
Bailey
P.S. I
am going to let everybody know that after a long day at school, everyone should
have a Mr. Porcupine with whom to snuggle and cuddle. You’re simply the best.
Sunday, September 11
My New Bed
Mommy and daddy said I'm too big for my bed now so they bought me a crib mattress from IKEA. But mommy didn't buy any bed covers from IKEA. Instead, she made a cover for me to represent my daddy's homeland of Sweden. Look at me posing on my new bed! Yeah, yeah, I know...even though it's long just as long as I am, I still can't manage to stay on my bed completely. Oh well, it's my bed and I'll do whatever I want. Night night, world...sweet dreams! Heja Sverige! Woof woof!
The Golden Ball
Mommy and daddy were having breakfast this morning and I noticed those white, oval-shaped things on the table. Then I heard, "crack, crack." Ooh...it's golden ball time! Mommy always gives me the golden ball hidden inside those white, oval thingys. I love them! Daddy says it's "protein time." I love breakfast. Woohoo! Woof woof!
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