Grumpy Bunny

Mom says my eyes can be very expressive. I think she's probably right about that. For example, check out the look that I gave her this evening when she woke me up from a nap and put BUNNY EARS on my head...

I was not a very happy Buttons Bunny. But eventually I just gave up being mad and went back to sleep...with the ears still on...

Mom wanted a picture of me in bunny ears so she could enter me in the Toki Poki Wuvable Wabbit contest. Toki Poki is posting the pictures on Facebook and the 10 pictures with the most "likes" by early next week will have cards made of them. Those cards are going to be given out at children's hospitals to help bring smiles to some kids.

My baby people cousin has spent the last week at a children's hospital out in Philadelphia, so Mom loved the idea of the winning cards going to help kids. That's why she wanted to enter me.

So, if you're on Facebook, could you please go "like" my picture in the Toki Poki gallery? I'd appreciate it! Mom and I would really love it if my picture could go to those kids in the hospitals.

And if you're curious about why my baby people cousin has been at the hospital, you can read about it on his blog, Jadon's Journey.

Thanks!

Going to Visit

Mom and I went to go visit Grandma and Grandpa yesterday! I was pretty excited about the car ride. I didn't even get all shaky and scared like I have the last few times. (When you get dumped out of a car like I was, trust me that you'll think car rides are scary, too!) Mom was happy that I wasn't so scared -- she wants me to like going for rides with her.

Anyway, we went on the long car ride to see my grandparents! I looked out the window for a while. Everything's so flat here!

Then I got bored and had to nap.

Still flat out there...so I'm still napping...

Just look at how flat this Illinois place is!

Here's the town where my grandparents live and where my Mom grew up. (That's pretty-much the entire town in this picture.)

Anyway, I was super excited when we got to Grandma and Grandpa's place. I wanted to get inside their house fast. Mom usually makes me go potty first, though, so I just took care of that myself before Mom even mentioned it. I peed on Grandma's driveway. Mom wasn't amused.

After we visited for a while, Mom and Grandma and Grandpa left and I stayed at my grandparents' house. They had to go to my baby people cousin's birthday party. You know what I gave him? Two words...SQUEAKY CHICKEN! Mom got a squeaky chicken for him just like mine -- the one he kept stealing from me. So she wrapped it and told him it was from me. (Yes, I tried to steal it, but Mom wouldn't let me at it.)

Now he's got his own squeaky chicky, so he shouldn't need to steal mine anymore, right?

Mom came back to Grandma and Grandpa's place and we visited some more. I love seeing my grandparents, but I was pretty ready to go back home, too. So when Mom said "let's go bye-bye," I flew to the door.

Mom usually makes me go potty before she lets me get in the car, so I took care of that before she even mentioned it. I just peed on the driveway (again) right beside our car and then jumped in the car. After all, that was a quicker way to do it than going over to the grass. Mom wasn't super happy. I guess I wasn't supposed to potty ON the driveway when there was grass a foot away from it. And I...um...sort of peed on my own foot, too, 'cause the driveway is slanted. Mom was muttering something about dog pee on the car seat. Oopsie.

After we got home, I was pretty tired. It was a long day away from my home and my toys. So I did this all night:

And yes, I snored.

More Mail!

Mom and I got a box in the mail this week. Well, Mom's name was on it, but I should have at least partial ownership of everything, right? And you know what comes in boxes...TOYS! And sometimes COOKIES, too!

So Mom opened the box and I dived in.

"Uh oh," I thought. "What is THIS?!" It certainly didn't look like a toy or cookie.

It turns out that the box had a cake pan in it. I guess that my little tiny people cousin is going to have a birthday soon, and Mom's gonna make his birthday cake. So my aunt shipped a cake pan to my Mom. How boring!

How the heck am I supposed to play with a cake pan?! I think the mail man should take it back and bring me some toys instead. That's how things are supposed to work around here, right?

Lesson from the Little Person

I've complained a lot about my people cousin stealing my squeaky toys, but I do have to give him some credit. You see, he taught me a great technique...

One day he decided that he didn't want his older brother to go to school, so he did this:

Isn't that genius? He sat on his brother's school bag and then just turned on the cuteness.

I decided to try the brilliant tactic myself this morning:

If I'm laying on Mom's coat, she can't leave for work, can she? I thought for sure it would keep her home with me all day. Sadly, no... Mom just picked me up and moved me over to the blanket on the couch. Bummer.

But it was worth a shot!