The PeneloPEChronicles

Whaaaaaaatsuuuuup?!?!

Unfortunately for you, your weekend plans aren’t as good as what Mommy and I have in store for this weekend. We’re getting the girls together and partying like there are red carpets and disco balls wherever we like.

I hope you have a great weekend anyhow. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back!

Howdy!

I hope you didn’t miss me too much. I’ve been introduced to the art of table etiquette which I suppose is Hebrew for more things I’m not supposed to do.

Lesson #1: No reading at the table…….

…..not even with Pop Pop….

I guess Uncle Geoff is a bad influence.

Lesson #2: Don’t talk with your mouth full.

At fisrt I thought this lesson was a joke since my mouth is often full (when would I talk?)

Eh – I guess it’s not a joke.

Whatever, I’m cute. Some rules I think I can slide on.

Lesson #3: No playing at the table.

Hold it, hold it, hold it!

I guess this is the beginning of my rebellion against this big blue marble’s “table etiquette.”

I’m 6 months old! You’re telling me I can’t play?? Well I guess I need to change my middle name to Renegade…..

….cause this big girl don’t do table etiquette.

Understood?

Hello Kiddies!

I’ve got some stuff to tell you, but I’ve been a little busy. As soon as I get myself together, I’ll give you an update. 

Toodles! 

Hello my friends!

These days I’m trying to hold myself up in my crib now. When it’s been good, it’s good. When it’s been bad, it’s bad.

I’d say these were good times here.

Unfortunately I got cocky and stopped paying attention to what I was doing…..

Several seconds later I was on my back. I look really happy about it, no? Not so good times…..

Lucky for me I was back on my feet in no time (with an assist from Daddy). Hooray!

But then before I knew it, I was on my stomach.

Until I get the hang of it, I will train every morning for the duration of my attention span.

Have a good weekend!

Hi!!

Hope you’re all enjoying the rain today! For those of you fortunate enough to be in places where it isn’t raining, poop-poop-p-doo. Not a lot going on here on the Carroll grounds. Well, unless you count me helping Daddy clean the place.

Daddy kept pouting, but I had to crack the whip. His mood didn’t improve. So I thought I’d remind him of the good ol’ days when the sun was out.

Ah yes. Remember when it was warm on Monday Daddy?

We sure did have a good time in the swing on Tuesday….

…and then we hit Dunks.

Success! Daddy’s smiling again! Now he can get back to work. 

Greetings from the bathtub my children!

I can’t believe I used to hate water. Getting clean is so much fun now.

Remember the days when I would be livid during and after baths? I was so young and immature back then.

But now – just call me Aquagirl.

Go ahead and give me another splash Mommy. I’m a changed woman!

Hope you had a great weekend everyone! And for those of you with Monday off, as you were.

The rents and I are doing our thing here in Carroll Kingdom. Here’s a little peek at our weekend.

Mommy was a busy bee on Friday. I decided to help her close business for the day.

For some reason she was skeptical about my input initially…..

Good thing she came to her senses. Now it’s time for some fun. You can thank me later.

Got a new toy only to be disappointed. As soon a I put my mouth on it, the toy began to distintegrate.

But hark – something was fishy about said el cheapo toy.

IT TASTED GOOD. WHY DIDN’T MOMMY AND DADDY GIVE ME TOYS THAT TASTED GOOD BEFORE????

Mommy was quick to inform me that I was rating food….something called a cracker. Interesting.

Decided to do some research on these things. Found out there are various types, flavors, and brands. Guess ya learn something new every day.

Daddy and I aren’t doing much today, just enjoying life. We hope you are too!

Hello my pretties!

If I look confused it’s because Daddy’s sending me mixed signals. He says this is the first of many Redskins themed outfits I’ll be sporting. “no bigs” I thought.

What confuses me is that I’ve heard him say “the Redskins stink” more than he’s said “it’s time to change my diaper.”

That Daddy. Sometimes I wonder if I can trust this guy with his obvious communication deficiency.

All that aside, I’ve also heard him say that parenthood is chipping away at what few brain cells the poor guy has left. So, humoring him is most necessary at this time.

GO SKINS!!!

Hey gang -

Daddy and I are stuffing our faces. It’s what we do when our self esteem is low.

Our egos were shattered the other day while heading home from our walk. We were strolling down the main strip, and coming our way from the opposite direction was a handsome couple smiling at us…..or so we thought.

As we readied ourselves to be showered with love, said couple made a b-line for the dog to mine and Daddy’s left. “look at the beautiful dog!” they exclaimed.

“ummm, hello?” I thought to myself. I guess I’m not as cute as I thought and the fam thinks. I’m cute, but not as cute as an animal. Maybe I shouldn’t go out anymore. Daddy hasn’t been this upset since I flirted with the clerk at Dunkin Donuts.

A dog.

Those strangers loved a dog more than me. That’s why Daddy and I are in the midst of a gluttony marathon.

You tell me whose cuter……..

Is this dog cuter than……

…me sleeping not 10 feet away? Any of you out there thinking ‘yes’ can die….just die!