Whenever we go shopping, Daddy makes me hold his hand. This isn’t a hardship or anything, ’cause I like holding hands. It just makes it difficult sometimes for me to get to see all the interesting stuff in all of the stores.

I don’t have to buy everything I see (really!), but I do like to look and sometimes to touch. Daddy says he holds my hand because I have attention issues.

Okay, so there was that one time I got lost at Target and they had to page for him, but honestly … well, okay, so there was that other time when he had to come looking and found me taste-testing alla the cake frostings at the grocery store. I think it’s better knowing in advance that banana-flavored frosting is yucky, don’t you?

Even more pink! I really should have posted these in October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month. Gotta make sure the girls are taken care of. Daddy says every day is for breast exams, except… I don’t think doctors do the exam quite the same way as he does.

I made my hair pink once. Did you know that Easter egg coloring works on hair? Did you know that it stays and doesn’t wash out? I know that now … and so does my sore bottom. Sorry, Daddy.

I love playing outside. There is something just so thrilling about being stripped naked and bent over or pushed against a tree. The vulnerability, the thrill of being exposed. . .

Then the mosquitos arrive. . .

Pink Hair and Purple Striped Sox!

Daddy! I know what I wanna be for Hallowe’en!

OMG!

I so wanna try this. . .but it’s sorta scarey lookin too. . .

Transformers. . .robots between your thighs!

These boots might have been made for walking, but that’s not what I’m gonna do in them. See, I have this lil issue with losing my balance in high heels.

Well, it’s not so much an issue as much as a problem.

I can stand up in them just fine, but if I try to walk while wearing them, I kinda fall over.

Daddy says that’s okay, though. He thinks they look lots better when I’m lying down than when I’m standing up in them, anyway.

One thing is for sure — these boots were made for fun!

mmmm foam...

I’m lucky enough to live someplace with lots of private outdoor space.

Today, I took advantage of that and decided to do my shaving out on the porch. Daddy didn’t come help this time, but he thought it was a great idea.

Apparently he hasn’t forgotten the shaving cream incident, even though I said I was sorry and got the curtains dry cleaned and everything.