Don't you just love my style? I get to wear my gorgeous pearls and then of course I have to choose a fun hat to complete the outfit. Mommy is getting concerned - she wonders how I will be as a teenager if I am already so picky about what I do and don't want to wear... Yikes!
So, I got my first black eye by tripping over a drawer and hitting my head on a train table at church.
Mommy thinks that my black eye looked a lot worse in person.
I didn't want to stand still for Mommy to take a picture - hence the blurry picture! Mommy thinks that we get looks everywhere we go and everyone wants to know if Mommy beats me. Mommy says this is just part of being a toddler - I'm going to get bumps and bruises!
I'm a complex individual. I sometimes cry because I'm hungry or because I'm tired. But I often cry for no apparent reason at all. I'm an enigma, and I pride myself on my inscrutability. I smile a lot, but sometimes it's just gas. I want to be a princess when I grow up. Or maybe an astronaut. Or maybe a cowgirl. I haven't decided. Luckily, my dad's a super-genius, and he can teach me just about anything I want to know. He's awesome. My mom's pretty okay too.