Mama's Birfday

Ladies and Gentlemen,

I, Elizabeth, am back again with a breaking announcement! Mama and I just moved her big heavy desk downstairs (it weighs a frijillion pounds, but we take it apart and carry it downstairs in five big pieces that only weigh one fifth of a frijillion pounds) so I can blog on my bloggy again!

See, before, Mama lady was keeping her laptop on the kitchen counter, and I cannot reach the keys on the kitchen counter. But now I can sit in Mama's big chair and write words on my bloggy instead of taking my nap!

Let me tell you about Mama's birfday. (Spoiler alert: there was cakey!)

First, I get up all happy in the morning and put on a beautiful dress. (Also, I let Mama sleep in until 7:22am because I am mostest nice.)

Then I get into my dog Scrooby's house and feed him his breakfast. I am HELPING, you see.

Then I decide that my dog Scrooby and I need privacy, so I close the door.

Then Mama and I have breakfast. In honor of Mama's birfday, Mama lets me have something called "Hot Chocolate" in my cuppy. It is so, so yummy and I smiles while I drink it.

Then I play on the floor with Dada's button thingies.

Then I take a nice nap in my cribby. Since I am a good baby and all.

Sometimes I am all blurry when I first wake up.

I did my hairs like this ON PURPOSE you know. It is the new style. Or it will be, when this picture gets out.

I say "Mama! Give me camera! I will not break it into little pieces or stick my fingers into all the holes, I promise!"
Mama is mean, so she does not give me camera.

Then we go downstairs and I help with the baking.

I am a Mostest Good Helper, you know. I work with cabinets, measuring spoons, and the booowwl!

Then, when Cakey is finished baking and is on the racks cooling, I show Mama where we should put Cakey!
In MY bowl, Mama! Quickly!

But Mama doesn't, so I get the oven mitts so I can do it myself.

Then I help Mama clean the floor.

And I show her who is Troublemaker who put that footprint on the floor. It was Trin Dog, Mama, was not me!

Then Mama and Dada and I go out to dinner (not pictured) where Mama and Dada are accused on bringing pretend birfday coupons to the restaurant but Mama gets free dinner anyways.

Then we come home and eat Cakey! Mmmmm!

I eat TWO pieces of Cakey. Is delicious!

Then, unrelated to two pieces of Cakey, I run in circles around the living room! Many circles! I have SO much energy! It feels like sugars are coursing through my veins! Is so exciting!

I am positive that this had nothing at all to do with Cakey. Nope. Is a coincidence.

Anyway, happy birfday almost two weeks ago, Mama!

Love,

Elizabeth, who loves Cakey