Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Checking in on those ABCs again

Dad's note: This is waaaaay longer than it probably should be, but getting through all those words takes a while. Sorry my head got cut off by the camera. 

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Island hopping

Sodor is so big, I can barely push my cars across the whole island.

Friday, April 26, 2013

I know it's NFL draft time, but...

...I still wanna see Utley hit a dinger.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

The more things change

Guess what! It's nice enough to go outside and watch cars again!

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Makeshift pillow

I don't want to go to bed but Tommy's head is sooooo comfy ...

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

A little tipsy

Go home, slide. You're drunk.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Picking flowers

This may look like I'm peacefully collecting dandelions for Mom, but I'm actually weeding the lawn for Dad. He told me that I'm not allowed to use the lawn mower any more, just because I tried to vacuum the family room with it.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

Driving lessons

Grandpop Doyle wouldn't let me take his red car out for a spin, but we found a few others for me to drive outside this week. I really should used my convertible to take advantage of this weather. 

Monday, April 8, 2013

A walk and talk in the park

Dad and I had a lot to discuss on the way to the playground. 

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Haircut time again

I wonder: Does my new haircut make me look cuter or more awesome? Let me ponder this for a while. 

OK, Dad, is that enough mugging for the camera?

Fine, one more.

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Sunday best

It's been a busy week, so I haven't had time to post a picture of my Easter outfit. Here it is:

I was a little disappointed that it was too cold for short sleeves, so maybe I'll recycle this one for Mother's Day. We get to dye eggs then too, right?

Monday, April 1, 2013

Opening Day

Dad says the Phillies start playing tonight, so I wanted to show off my brand new Phillies shirt today. 

I was a little worried when Dad put it on me, because it has somebody else's name on it. But Dad said it was OK, because Mr. Utley has a lot of others he can wear instead. I wonder if he has any shirts with my name on them...