







a PiG-tAiLEd PriNcESs.
This is also for Janet, sorta. Remember when I mentioned that Paisley likes to kill Dora? This is where she is currently resting. I haven't gone to check on her yet.
Paisley very generously dumped her lunch on the floor for the cats. I don't blame her. The chicken in those toddler meals is NASTY. Unfortunately, everything that P doesn't like or want to eat ends up on the floor, and I'm not really sure how to stop that. She won't really let me feed her anymore, she wants to be a big girl and use utensils and all that good stuff.

The sound for this picture would include a lot of growling and hissing. She teases these poor cats, and the result is that she has bite marks all over her arm. She doesn't care. At all. Obviously.
Getting ready to head into the zoo and rockin' the glasses. She'll wear them around the house, then walk around the house with her arms out in front of her, as would a blind person.
Wallaby. I'm not sure how much P enjoyed the zoo, or how much she could see from her stroller. This zoo doesn't contain all of it's animals, just merely puts up a few wood slats to indicate where people go versus where animals go. I know that if I had let P out of the stroller, she would have immediately been under that fence and chasing the wallaby and ostriches, thinking they were really big cats. For instance, at the park today someone had a little puppy and she zoomed in on that, ran over to it, knelt down and very excitedly said "hi! hi! hi! hi!"
There are about 2 dozen peacocks that just wander around. They're absolutely gorgeous. Paisley DID try to chase them.
Ginormous anteater. I think he was my favorite.
On the way home. She had eaten all of her goldfish, and then fell asleep. Don't worry, I was stopped when I took the picture.

She has a strange obsession with carrying things around under her chin.
Hats were another way of entertaining ourselves today. I swear I had nothing to do with these, she did them all her own. She even put a carrot slice on her head, but you know, discipline and all, I couldn't run and get the camera.
This is actually a dress for a teddy bear. It works as a hat though.
One year ago. What a cute baby! This is the same day she was rolling over for the first time. She definitely doesn't have those thighs anymore.

This video is in honor of Ava, although Paisley doesn't have quite the rythym that Ava does. I apologize if it's a little long, I did cut some off, but I was trying to get all of her dancing moves there, but she tends to get sidetracked.
Her dolly, Dora. It's hard to tell but P is feeding Dora a chip. Someone stumbling on this blog might think this is the most asinine thing ever, but I love it, she put Dora in her highchair, fed her, and also gave her the sippy cup (which I didn't get on film). I especially love that Dora gets carried around by her hair.
This is how small our town is; my friend and I were walking today, we walked through the cemetary and we were leaving as two older women were coming in. They commented on P's hair (of course), then one said, "oh, this must be Paisley!" Huh? I had never seen either of these women before, yet they knew who my daughter was. Maybe they'd heard about her hair? I'm still trying to figure that one out.



This little girl is SUCH a monkey. Her motto is definitely "no fear." Well, except for car washes and her little toy train. She climbs on anything and everything, as evidenced below. And she's a stinker. She stands on the bed or a chair and says "git dow!" She finds this great fun. I guess I should be proud because it's her first 2 word combination, but still.
This is her "I dropped something" face. Anything falls, and this is what you'll get.
I've been trying (rather unsuccessfully) to get all of P's hair in a ponytail. She has a lot, but it's thin and patchy, therefore it looks odd. Hopefully it'll come in thicker. If she's anything like her father and me it will, and she'll help to clog all the drains in the house.
Oh how we love the nuggets. I'm having a really strong sense of deja vu. Have I posted pictures before of how P stuffs her mouth? It's really pretty gross.
Yes, it's the middle of the day and we're still in pajamas. Give us a break, we're all sick and we're snowed in. Why bother getting dressed? At least we bathed her and put her in clean pajamas. Mama wasn't around to see this picture being taken, because I was NOT happy to learn that P was sitting in the one nice bowl I own.