I May Look Like Dada...

Dear Internet People,

Everyone seems to think that I look rather a lot like my Dada. That may be true, but I think I have more hair.

Haha, Dada, just kidding!

Anyway, here are some pictures to show you that I am not only like my Dada.

Here I am showing you that Dyson vacuum cleaners deserve a proper amount of respect and adoration.
I love the vacuum cleaner. I give it hugs and kisses and spend lots of time patting it so that it knows how beautiful it is. Mama and I play with it every day. Sometimes, when Mama moves the Dyson around, I clap my hands for it.

(Thank you, Great Auntie Bev, for the lovely spotty dress. When I wear it to the store, my adoring public comes up to me and tells me how beautiful it is.)

Mama and I were cleaning the kitchen. I help her lots. When we were cleaning the oven, I found a beautiful baby that lives inside the oven!

Mama, let's get this baby out! It must get hot in there.

I may only be nine months old, but I know that the proper place for things is Put Away. Here, I am putting away my toys in this drawer. A place for everything and everything in its place! These toysies shall have their place here. I have decreed it!

A colander makes a very good hat.

And it helps when you are getting more teefies.

Why do teefies have to hurt? That seems like quite a design flaw. Mama agrees with me. Let's petition our congressman and have that law changed. No more teefie pain!


Anyway, back to work. To keep things spick and span, we must never completely relax. Here I am, cleaning the inside of the dishwasher.

Most people seem to think that the insides of dishwashers are self-cleaning. But Mama and I know better.

We scrub out our dishwasher whenever it gets dirty. Today, Mama let me do it all by myself, for I am mostest hardworking.

Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed seeing the Other Side of Elizabeth the Great, the side that is not as obvious when you just look.

Love and (clean) kisses,

Elizabeth