Dad was pretty desperate this morning. I first started making some noise around 5;30. He came in and tried to tell me it was still time to sleep. I responded “no sleep!” Yet he still left me. 20 minutes later I was calling again. This time he brought his pillow and tried to sleep on the floor. Hahahaha! Then he tried to get me to sleep on the floor with him, as though I would trade my comfy bed for the floor. Nope. In fact, I got kind of annoyed and was really, really fussy (and loud). In fact, for the first time ever, I refused to help Dad cook my egg. He was shocked.
Oh, here are the last three months’ worth of photo albums. Check out how far I’ve come in just 91 days!
September:
http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf
October:
http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf
November:
http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf
Mom came down and played with me while Dad ran, then I hung out with him while he showered. Then we headed to picked up Grandpa Yagan for his birthday brunch (stopping by Dad’s favorite bakery in the world, More) at Klay Oven. We had a lot of fun, though I refused to eat anything other than naan and yogurt. Until dessert, that is, when I was happy to help eat a cupcake and some mango ice cream.
We rushed home and I took a quick nap before heading to a cookie decorating party and my new friend Harper’s house. Harper lives a few blocks away and she’s 35 months old — she has a big bed and can go up and down the stairs all by herself!
When we left, we got home and I helped put my laundry in the dryer. Then I helped Dad cook the fish we prepped last night and cooking carrots. I ate fairly well given I had eaten a bunch of cookies at Harper’s house. Then I helped Dad fold my laundry and brushed my teeth with Mom before going to bed.
Last year I wasn’t loving the walking wings.
margaretyagan 
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