i'm still cute, honest

daddy has got himself trapped into another crazy work cycle. he's been all over the place for the past month or so. commercial shoot here, wedding there, sprinkle in a few new client park visits from time to time and he just hasn't made the time to show the world what's been happening in my world. good thing that he knows to bring back presents!

joy of painting

i am down with the finger painting thing. i love it. i just don't like mommy and daddy hovering as if i'm going to mess up the walls, my clothes or the floors. heck...aunt becky was smart enough to get washable paints. let a child paint, won't you?!?!?

shouldn't my sqirms tell the man something?

my dad loves me. and i love my dad. by why is he always trying to hug me? i give him the obligatory yelling of his name when i see him; when i want him to pay attention to me; when he's not doing something mommy and i are doing; or even just randomly in the car while he's trying to listen to howard stern.

i'll even go so far as to give him a hug and kiss before i lay down to bed. i tell him and mommy "luv you" when they leave my room for the night.

but why must he always try to hug me? enough already. pretend i'm the cat. i'll approach you when i want to hug. otherwise, leave me alone.