Savi's First Blog.

As promised. Here is Savi's first blog. Now since she is only 6 months old I am going to help her out. I asked her what color she wants her words in and told her that on Sadie's first blog her words were pink.  Savi has chosen red because "she is edgier than Sadie" whatever that means. I will let her introduce herself.

Ollo!

Actually it's hello.

Oh, Hello! I have been wanting to get on here for so long but my mom had this crazy "not until you're 6 months old" rule about blogging. Well, that time is finally here and I can set some things straight about yours truly. My big sister has been misrepresenting me in a most unforgiveable fashion.  Hmmjipnh;fueanjo;m mio;puafko Ahhhhhhhh!

Sorry about that. She just pulled a towel over her head and couldn't get it off. (she really did).

I'm okay! You know that feeling when you're rolling over and your hands (which are still a bit hard to control) grab a stray burp towel and pull it over your own head. Then your hands decide to let go and you're stuck like an upside turtle unable to breathe or see and you're pretty certain that the end is near? Whew!

Actually Sav I think it's safe to say most of our readers are well over the age of 6 months so they probably don't know that feeling.

Actually Mom (sarcasm from the baby...awesome) I think it's safe to say that everyone of MY readers have been 6 months old at some point in their life so they will know exactly what I am talking about. In fact I have just decided the theme for my blog.

Oh yeah, what's that?

It's called "you know that feeling....." and I bet everyone will be able to relate to the triumphs and hazards I have found myself in over this past half year.

Whatever you say. It's your blog.

That's right! So without further doo doo...

I assume you mean adieu....

You can't just make up words Mother!

You and your sister....I swear!

Hush now!

You know that feeling when you get a new present and your big sister totally encroaches on your playtime under the guise of "showing you how it works" when you have been successfully playing with it for 5 minutes? I do.

You know that feeling when your parents put a tree up in your house, put twinkly lights on it and before you decide whether or not they are insane (er) Hey! you decide to check it out and get stuck underneath it because you are mesmerized by all the colors...like a moth to a flame? And instead of saving your life your parent's just start snapping pictures even though they know that the camera flash has the same effect? I do.

You know that feeling when you are trying to sit up to drink a bottle but your mom has put such a huge bow on your head it weighs you down? I do.

Oh please, you were halfway smiling.

Only on the outside Mom. Inside I was crying.

Drama queen.

As I was saying... You know that feeling when the same day you were forced to wear the bow that is bigger than your head your parents furthur traumatized you by letting you "play" inside the mouth of the giant hippo at the mall. I do. (and I still have nightmares)

Now you were definately smiling in that picture.

Hippo survival 101...never let them see weakness or fear.

And when did you take Hippo survival 101?

Ummm...you were asleep. Moving on!

You know that feeling when you are learning to crawl and you want to crawl forward with every ounce of strength you have, but for some unknown reason you keep crawling backwards until you end up halfway under the ottoman? I do.

Then you call and call for help and this is what your parent's do instead of saving your life.

That's right. Snap flash snap flash...loling the whole time. That is what I call a parenting fail!


You know that feeling when you sit up on your own for the first time ever and your parent's are really excited and telling you what a big girl you are and how proud they are of you...and you're just trying to hide the sheer panic you feel because you aren't sure how you are going to get back down from this new position? I do.

You know that feeling when your big sister tells everyone that you have stolen her special blue seat when the truth is it was given to you and while you may not exactly fit in it yet, it doesn't make it less yours? I do.

And speaking of my older sister....You  know that moment when you realize that your bigger supposedly "wiser" sister who you are supposed to emulate is well...special? I do!

And of course there is this little nugget of weirdness...

Who takes a bath with their clothes on? Honestly?

I can't argue with that. It is pretty weird.

I guess some may call her brilliant. I would probably be more inclined to say nicer things about her if she would stop taking my crackly toys away from me.

Hey now, I have your back on that. I always take them away and give them back to you.

You don't see everything Mom. And she is one sneaky McSneakerson.

Ok, I'm sorry. I will keep a closer eye on her from now on. You should probably wrap this blog up.  I think it's long enough for your first blog.

Ok. How should I finish it?

How about with a cute picture?

Excellent idea!

Good choice.

Just keeping it real  Mama!

I hope you enjoyed Savi's first blog. I found it very eye-opening myself.

:)

I'm Baaaaaaaack!!!

Well, Sadie has been very upset by my lack of allowing her to blog. The other day she was so upset about it during a very interesting game of dress-up (she chose her attire), that she screamed until I relented. So here she is...I apologize in advance if she insults anyone, she's a little snarky. (By the way, ignore our awesome panaled walls...west Texas school housing is da bomb diggity)

G'day! It's me Sadie!(Thanks Mom for that super humilitaing introduction and picture) I know, it has been waaaaay to long since I have updated my fans on my exciting and glamourous life. I would apologize but instead I am going to make excuses. I have been really busy breaking in the new baby. It has been exhausting. I wonder if all babies are this unreasonable when it comes to training or if it's just Savi? I know you guys are really only interested in hearing about ME and MY adventures but Savi has begged me to give you an update on her. She's still pretty young so I am going to humor her...

Here she is in her bouncy chair which she likes to sit in and stare at me with righteous indignation while I play. She usually doesn't approve of my choice in toys so I don't let her touch them.



Some of the things Savi enjoys (besides eating, pooping and NOT sleeping) include:

Listening to music.

Being waited on hand and foot by Caden and Jordan (who make waaay to big a deal over her...I'm not bitter or anything but I remember when I used to get that much attention from the boys)

Thank goodness I still have my Amaya. She is loyal!!!

Let's see...Savi also enjoys playing on Duke's IPad (she's Tech Saavy) LOL! I made a joke!!!

Of course we all enjoy the wonders of the IPad.

Recently she has taken quite a shine to the Christmas tree. She can't keep her grubby little mitts off of it in fact.

I squeezed under there with her to see what the big deal was. It was alright...I didn't feel the overwhelming need to squeal loudly like Sav did but I guess I can see why she likes it.

I have been meaning to talk to my mom and dad about this but Savi has a problem and I think we need to have an intervention. She can't go more than 4 hours without hitting the bottle and she drinks until she passes out, vomits, or both. Case in point....

On top of her obvious drinking problem she is also a tiny bit conceited as you can clearly see in the following video.

Wow...that's all I can say...wow.  Savi's very favorite thing to so though is hang out with the coolest, most awesomnest person in the world (and no I don't mean my Dad) I'm talking about ME!!!

Well, that's enough of the baby for now. I don't want her head to get any bigger...literally, she doesn't have enough hair to cover what she has now. SO it's on to what I have been up to. In a word...LOTS!

I'm really into sports, big and small, doesn't matter I like them all.

I have an amazing arm...

And yes, I did mean to throw it behind me.

I am also into lawn care and helped Duke and Nana out with their move by pre-mowing the lawn.

I have my own special mowing style that most don't understand. Genius is a lonely word.

I found a beautiful flower that Mom wouldn't let me keep. To bad Nana wasn't there. She truly understands my definition of beauty.

I have been honing my stacking skills. (My Dad may or may not have contributed to this awe inspiring tower)

I rediscovered my long lost bumbo seat which my parents had hidden from me for some reason. I am choosing to ignore the fact that they let that baby sit in it.

I also came up with an ingenious way to sit at the table but once again Mom thwarted my brilliant plan.

Genius right?

When we visited Nana and Duke's house my cousin Amaya had the pleasure of getting to have me at her 9th birthday party! She didn't want me to leave her side but eventually I let her play with her friends because I didn't want them too feel bad.

I was so excited to see my Nana and Papa too! Not only are they a hoot but we got to open some early Christmas presents! I was so young last year I didn't really understand the point of wrapping paper but this year I totally get it!

Savi watched how it was done and followed suite. She is soooo lucky to have me as a role model.

I was astounded to discover a whole castle just for me!!! The best part is that it is SweetPea's castle who happens to be my all time favorite Veggie Tale character.

I tried my hardest to hold all the little pieces at the same time. I had to do this. It was very important.

Savi got a light up turtle.

She didn't know how to work so ENTER the Super Smart Big Sister!

She was very grateful to me.
Overall I have been doing well. I've learned to take my clothes off and like to take advantage of my new knowledge whenever possible. There are pictures of that but they aren't internet appropriate, what with all the pervies and yuckies out there. I have also decided that I am too old for naptime and honestly I have so much to accomplish each day there just isn't time to sleep. I would like to state for the record that I have no clue where my parents got the next two pictures.

I plead the 5th! By the by, if anyone has seen my giraffe outfit from above I seem to have misplaced it.

Well, I started this blog before 12 and it's 4:30 now so I think I am going to call it a day. It's really hard to sit and get something done without interruptions in this house. There is lots of toy chunking and babies crawling under the tree and getting stuck...then there's the screaming. You know how it is. I will try to not be a bloggy stranger.
Peace out!