St Patty's Parade

So last year, it was all too loud, I got really cold and hungry and tired and it was a miserable time... This year, however, the whole parade experience has been redeemed! I mean, check it out...

Friends and family and sunshine and GREEN things everywhere...

... some Irish stuff...

... and some not-so-Irish stuff...

... some candy and ice cream and beads and of course lamas and clowns...

... but what parade would be complete without lots and LOTS of dancing??

The parade was a HIT.

Still figuring some stuff out...

I mean, I've got a pretty good handle on a lot of things for being a little person. A few things still confuse me from time to time.

Like how to eat yogurt by myself without getting it everywhere - I don't personally have this goal so-to-speak. It's more my mom's thing. I figure I've got time for this sort of thing to work itself out...

And the whole TV deal - it's very strange. Things flash across the screen, sometimes they move, sometimes they're still, sometimes they talk, sometimes there's music... It's entirely unpredictable and I'm very suspicious...

Shout out to...

... BR for being an awesome cousin and for leaving these comfy crocs behind after growing out of them, and to Grandma N. for the PJ's that do fit, I'm just stretchin' out in them, strikin' a pose for the blog.

Birthdays. Parties. Birthday Parties.

Apparently, it was my mom's birthday recently... and my dad's too. What's going on in this family? Seems I didn't get the "March birthday" memo. 

Anyhoo, while I wasn't invited to some of the partying - something about being under 21 - I did benefit from some of the after-effects...

And also, I may have gotten a hold of my mom's birthday card:

Be afraid...

For those of you attending the reunion at the beach this summer, I feel it only fair to inform you ahead of time that I will crush you at the dance parties- whether I'm gettin' down to Eminem or nursery rhymes, I get down in a serious way:

Be very afraid...

Til death parts us

This is what happens when mommy tries to put together my Christmas present from Grandpa and Gramom S. :

In other words, the fun factor is minimal and the potential for a fatal crash is is terrifyingly high.

Thank goodness for Daddy:

Optimal fun (!), and let me tell you about the safety features... I mean, apart from the obvious - being that this firetruck has anti-lock breaks, air bags and even OnStar capability - there's a super awesome radio so I can call for help (or talk to my fireman friends) anytime I want:

... large windows to make checking my 'bling spot' a piece of cake:

... a side door with a handy slide lock:

... and a fool-proof gas cap:

There's also this mesmerizing red light that flashes on my radio when the siren goes off...

I'm not entirely certain what it's for... so I've decided to keep my eye on it until I've figured it out.

Basically,  I spend a good portion of my days in my firetruck. And while I'm willing to share, I do make sure I get one last turn before going to bed at night, just so my firetruck doesn't feel abandoned...