The red pen of a dictator

Mia loves pens, and she loves telling people what to do. Why not combine those forces? Well, she has. She uses her red pen to give Leigh and I the business.

Happy birthday, Alfie!

Mr. Fuzzlesworth

Mia has made it very clear to us that she will do the puppeteering of Mr. Fuzzlesworth. No one else.

A discovery

Bubble wrap. Is. Amazing. Thank you, Tiamo.

Nap time

It's hip to snip

Mia was starting to look like a hippie, so we decided to finally take her to get her first haircut.
It was exciting because Nancy and Grandpa Doug were in town to witness this monumental occasion of cuteness. Mia did so well! She sat on my lap while Leigh took pictures. She was so still and so good. She never cried. She just acted like people normally come at her head with scissors. We are so lucky.

I have to admit: I was a little weirded out by her hair right after the haircut. She kind of looked like Moe from the Three Stooges. But after she had times to mess with it, her hair went right back to the little curls she normally has. Phew.

Cuddle time

Guess who won?

Not me. It was a bowling tournament.

Some friends and I participated in the Central Oklahoma Parrothead Association's annual bowling tournament. We were local media celebrities, which is an overstatement for sure. It was Jenni Carlson, Ubaldo Martinez and me, plus our friend Carrie Dean, who got to be a media representative just because she's great. It was so much fun! Jenni ended up winning, but Ubaldo was close behind. I, however, was not. I was in a league of my own, scoring in the double digits. Sad.

It's impolite to point

Chillin, sleepin