Happy Freakin' Saint Patrick's Day

Why does this woman torture me with such indignities? Now she has stuffed me in this hat. I must be prepared to make my escape as soon as she loosens her grip. It's my only hope for surviving with the modicum of self-respect that I have left.

Shopping

Man! Do they need a grandbaby!

Hey Ma!

Could you fix my barrette?

I AM THE PRINCESS

AND YOU NEEDN'T FORGET IT!!

I'm Still Here

And looking FABULOUS!

Just a Hello

Just a quick "Hello" to let everyone know I am doing well. I am still taking excellent care of mommy, as you can see. I wait here on the bathroom rug every morning while she gets ready. No need to worry about mommy while I'm around!

Why Mommy Loves Me

In July, 2007, when I was only 7 months old, mommy got very sick. I stayed in bed with her and took good care of her. I only got up to use my pad and get some food or water. Daddy had to give me a bath and then I went right back to mommy.

It's My Turn

Mom, make her get up. It's my turn on the rug.

Baths are for (the) birds!

Everyone thinks I am so adorably rat-like after I have my bath. I get snuggles and hugs and everyone trying to keep me warm, but they don't know what it's like. I simply can't do anything with my hair!

What is That Stuff?

I don't know what it is, but it tastes delicious.