The PeneloPEChronicles

 Greetings little kiddies!

I was recently invited to attend a Mommy convention with featured guests from Daddy’s VIP list. Let me be the first to tell you that I don’t know what I just said. Daddy fed me these words, and now I’m feeding you. I’m still a bit confused.

The guests of honor at said event which I know not enough about to explain further included some faces you may recognize from the blog. If you don't recognize any of the above, shame on you. Dive into the archives.

A candid convention shot

Don't tell Aunt Kai I didn't hear a word she said while trying to explain to me what a convention was.

Thank goodness good ol' Nicolas was there. Between the two of us, all we could conclude was that convention begins with a 'c.' Oh well. Until the next "convention.....

Hey Gang!!

I think I may have gone to my first party. I think I raised the roof. I pumped my fists. I stayed up late, and refused to go to bed.

I RAGED.

I’m pictured above during the quiet before the storm with Aunt Goo. After that it got kind of crazy……

These are my parents....and yes, they do have a legally sanctioned marriage.

Daddy told me to let you, my fans, figure out what was wrong with this picture. Beats me.

When the party got really jumping, my so called loving family hit me with an overdose of milk. This rendered me motionless as those sadists threw me on a scale to showcase my girth.

Daddy would proceed to butter me up by singing to me and swaddling me just the way I like it. (I think he was trying to put me to bed or something)

But I just kept coming back....a party's a party. I was a tough out that night.....

The fun continued the morning after. I slept in with Daddy, and then I did some tummy time.

Then I caught up on some gossip mags with Uncle Geoff.......

...and let me tell you something - I love me some gossip mags!

Time to hit the pool!!!

Mommy wouldn't let me dive.

Not as warm as I'd hoped

Dunk me Mommy. No REALLY dunk me.

Mommy, I can't see!

Aparrently Aunt Emmy and Mommy were too busy looking pretty for this picture to put me back in the blasted water.

Eh - party's over. Can't wait for the next one. Until next time my fellow ragers.

Hellllooooooooo!

My friends,  I gotta tell ya – I’ve been in a great mood! I’m having tons of fun, making new friends, doing new activities…..and I think I may even have learned what gossip is! More on that to follow.

In the meantime, check it – July 13th was Bffe Day. Don’t worry if you missed it because Mommy says that there are at least 15 Bffe days every year. On this Bffe Day, I met Coleen and Liz. I also met one of our nation’s honorary bffes Tracey. Later on, Paula and Twiggy stopped by. Not to brag, but don’t YOU wish you had that much fun on a Wednesday? I bet your July 13th was ordinary. Alright, I lied. I definitely meant to brag.

Just working out with Spleen while she shows Twiggy how it's done.

Twiggy smells good.

Tracey was telling me all about her funny husband!

Tracey and Liz! FYI, Liz's husband is my blog's biggest fan!!

Me and Paula are pretty much bffes at this point - she completes my sentences.

One of my favorite things about Coleen is that I'm almost as big as she is.

Hello my friends:

After showering you with posts last week, Daddy has ignored my request to publish my hot shots (mommy’s slang is much better than Daddy’s) and thoughts on the many things I’ve been up to recently. He will be punished accordingly. I’ve been practicing this song I really like, and I want to see how he likes it when I start singing it hardcore at 3:30am on a morning of my choosing. He promised to hook up my fans next week, but I don’t trust him. For his sake, I hope he keeps a promise for once……

Nothin’ here but movies my friends. Enjoy! (I posted this while getting my diaper changed).

Hey Gangstas,

Hope all is well with you today. Just wanted to let you know I have a new toy. It’s got a lot going on, and as you can see, I am kind of overwhelmed by all that’s going on here. Ultimately, I think this may be the most incredible thing to happen to me since Pop Pop let me taste some ice cream (true story). I don’t know what it’s called, but I know I like it….even if it does sort of scare me.

 Oh Hi!

“I can’t believe you’re three months old today, Daddy’s baby,” Daddy said to me this morning. I was like “Oh yeah, today did kinda feel pretty special after I went to the bathroom at 6:05am.”

Daddy decided to sing our favorite song to me this morning (he’d better have more than that for my born day, I’ll tell you that much!)

Hey Strangers, how goes the battle??

Sorry for the weird picture, but I thought it appropriate for the topic. If you haven’t noticed, I may have put on a pound or two, and it’s been a bit bittersweet. I dream of being a little bit bigger everyday, but I may need to redefine the definition of the bigger I’m dreaming on. This girth of mine is really something else. All that said, a diet is out of the question – eating is my obsession, and if you’re waiting on an admission of shame on that topic, you’re gonna be waiting for quite some time.

The issue I might have a problem with is that I’m saying goodbye to some of my outfits faster that I expected to be. As soon as I start liking something, Daddy’s eyes get watery as he tells me that something I have on maybe the last time I have it on. Oh well. Nothing lasts forever…like this diaper. Below you’ll find some before and afters of some of my outfits on the chopping block:

Before

After!!

Before

AFTER! (Jeepers, that got tight!!!)

Before

After

And finally the most alarming before/after, this is me in a newborn diaper

I really hope you didn't think I'd post a photograph of my suddenly massive stomach stretching the physical limits of my diaper! Shame! I already granted you the photo at the top of this post. That was a month ago. Since then I've been chugging milk like hotcakes. I've got to keep my bellybutton in witness protection for a while. Until next time gang. Look away.....nothing to see here......

Hello my friends! Before I get into it, I have to clear something up. Daddy came up with the title to this post, not me. I’ve been meaning to have a discussion with him about making some clarification to his English language teachings. I wish he’d make up his mind about some things for crying out loud. First he tells me “dope” is what I might become if I don’t stay in school (and then he wouldn’t tell me what school was for another week). Then he told me, not to do “dope” because it was dangerous, illegal, and stupid. The kicker is after all the bad things he had to say about “dope,” he said “The 4th of July is Dope!” after our trip a while back. He said that “dope” was good in this instance. I wish he wasn’t so confusing. I hope he enjoys cleaning this “dope” in my diaper!

Moving on, I had a great weekend for the holiday! We went to Spring Lake on the Jersey Shore (I’m not even going into my further confusion concerning whether this Jersey place is new, old, or just regular). Beach = check. Fun = check.

Me and the Rents

Akash, Adiya, and I “laughed, giggled, and ate all the cookies! It was terrible, TERRIBLE!”

Uncle Geoff introduced me to his sunburn.

Sometimes I don’t see eye to eye with Akash.

Aunt Emmy’s pretty funny.

Uncle Amol is a master relaxer.

Aunt Becca is dope (happy Daddy???!! Now I’m talking like you! I’m pretty sure I butchered this caption.)