May 18, 2009
Aloha!
Aloha! My parents and I went to Hawaii for a few days. It's my very first plane ride. My mom was well prepared and as always, she braced for the worst. She was determined for us to make it to Hawaii, not make those 5 hours a living hell for everyone, and not get kicked out of the plane. I actually did fine and I think she knew I'd be alright. But just in case my 2 year old self decided to go nutty in the confined space, she had secret stashes of toys and books that I've never seen before and she brought my favorite movies so I'd be entertained on the plane.







a) Hugging a tree because I'm a lil' tree hugger.
b) I'm nibbling at the palm tree trunk because I'm so hungry.
c) I'm hugging the tree for support because I'm pooping.

Yes, I am a pooping little tree hugger. I'm not kidding. See that face?
That's the face of relief. I didn't tell my mom that I needed to go to the bathroom because who would wanna miss the sunset? While pooping? Sheesh...







May 12, 2009
May 5, 2009
I'm a big gurl
My mom and dad decided it was time to retire my crib. I think I impressed them because when I had my crib they would either find me teetering on one of the ledges or the other time I actually made it on top of my dresser. That was neat, but boy was I scared 'cuz I didn't know how to get down. Luckily, my mom was calm about it and quietly asked if I needed help getting down. I said yes, please. She didn't show it, but I'm sure she almost had a heart attack when she saw me.
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