Day 168 of year 4 (December 14, 2011)
I got new, fancy puppy shoes

They look good in the mirror too

Ready for running

Teasing with laughters

And for our next trcik I will show my belly button

Day 167 of year 4 (December 13, 2011)
Getting ready for dinner with Mama

Chopstick in a straw

In a cup

In a mouth

Drawing session

Day 163 of year 4 (December 9, 2011)
Selecting our pine-tree

Too many to choose from

I can’t see the tree in this forest

Lambwatching with Mama

Putting the paperchains on that I made with Mama

Doggy @ the tree

Put your hands together for …

Finishing touches

Day 161 of year 4 (December 7, 2011)
Mom, this cow doesn’t let me eat

Hell, yeah! Froyo!

Chilling with a book in the right sized armchair

Turning a new page

What are you looking at ?

Hi Daddy!

I am done, Mam is not

Day 151 of year 4 (November 27, 2011)
Having pancake with my bear

This is a mighty fine breakfast

Sitting on Daddy series at the Forestville Christmas Tree lighting










Day 149 of year 4 (November 25, 2011)
Testing the softness of museum sitting places

First time in a folding theater chair

Stamped by Snoopy

Running around

Trying to sit on two dounts

Read me the signs

Catching a hologram

Checking the fountain of light

Daddy dressed me and it shows

Itt van a osz, itt van ujra

Ooh, a corssword blanket

I don’t want to be carried away, liek the child in the back

In Snoopy’s maze

Look, a cat

Look chickens

How will Mama suprise me next?

Hiding behind a sticker leaf

Day 148 of year 4 (November 24, 2011)
Don’t call me a bag lady, just because I eat from a paper bag in a shopping cart

Closed froyo shop with fancy window painting

Getting my Norwegian dress on with a little help from Nini

Final adjustments

All looks good

But, I want to wear these shoes

In Stella’s beauty salon

Hmm, where did I put the missing piece?

Explaining something

Future face

Trying to get down my balloon

I’ve got hair enough for two

A little nap BEFORE Thanksgiving dinner

My sleep is being protected by Nini

No Daddy, I don’t want a sip of your Irish coffee










