Mommy's been sick this week. So she asked me to update the blog. Daddy got sick too but she knows I'm a better blogger than Daddy. I'm getting sick too. Why do I have to do the blogging?
So this week Mom made a really, really, really good chocolate dessert. She let me watch. I couldn't wait to try it! So when she turned around to wash some dishes, I grabbed the nearest utensil and dug in. It was goooood. When Mommy turned around she was not very happy. But then she started laughing after she got a good look at me. I was scared I'd be in big trouble so I turned on the water works. Mom just laughed and took a picture. And apparently, the cake wasn't for us anyways. Big bummer.
I love to play with my shoes. I love to play with Mommy's shoes. I REALLY love to play with Daddy's. For awhile, whenever we were about to go out, Mom would ask me, "Renae where are your shoes?" I don't always understand when she talks to me so I couldn't really help. Well as it turns out, Daddy and her had been looking for a few days for these puppies:
I wish she would have been more specific in her question. I could have told her my shoes were in the wine rack where I store lots of my treasures. I'm kind of bummed my hiding spot has been found out. I'll have to move my secret candy stash elsewhere.
"Now where can I hide these?"
Daddy says that when I was really little I would take naps like this. Dad says he really misses that. I'm a big fan of Daddy so I decided that a nap with Daddy sounded like a good idea. I love my Daddy.