Swim floats?

We don't need no stinking swim floats...

"I am not a mixer"

Maddie to Mama, upon being told to keep stirring a bowl of ingredients:

"I am not a mixer; I'm an artist." (gets down off stool and walks away)

Flipping out

Disneyland, Take 2

These days, if you want words from me, all you have to do is call me. I usually have mom and dad laughing for the half of the day they're not grumbling, but they're too tired afterward to remember any of it. So the pictures will have to do.

This is me on Splash Mountain. The nice young lady in front of me is my buddy Ashley:





On the Davy Crockett canoe ride:


Getting my face painted:


Meeting my favorite princess, Ariel:


I'm working on Mom and Dad to get us yearly passes. Dad said something about them "costing more than our car," but not to worry. I can be very convincing. -- Maddie

My archaeological dig...

...at the Skirball Center in Los Angeles.

Daddy was helping me read a faux Proto-Semitic inscription that we dug up.








Next summer, maybe we'll do this for real...

--Maddie

Back in Cali

It's been a long time since I last posted. After being exiled to wintry Chicago for the past 9 months, I finally made the long journey back to Cali to join my family.

The tiny human has grown. Now she thinks she's supposed to take care of me. Here she is trying to tuck us in to bed. On the kitchen floor.



Do I look amused?

--Paloma