Look at the size of this animal

Ok, let's get serious for a second. Poor Gribouille really needs a personal trainer or a trendy diet of some sort. He's bigger than me!

Maman and papa keep buying him the ultra healthy cat food and yet it just does not work and the proof is in the picture. Perhaps he doesn't realize the long-term effects of kitty-kat obesity, the onslaught of early diabetes or just the fact that other cats will make fun of his big round belly. I love him, Elle loves him and maman, papa and Toulouse love him, but he really needs to take better care of himself.

Hey, it's the sun

I can't believe it's sunny again. It hasn't been this nice, since, well, since I was in utero. It's so much fun hanging outside with my funky green hat, playing with Elle's sand toys and watching Gribouille try and escape off the deck. Seriously, you'd think our house is like Alcatraz if you watched him long enough. He sits behind chairs or flower pots or sand pails and calculates the exact moment no one is watching and then he scurries for freedom. Sadly, for him, he's too big to fit between the spaces in the deck unless he really squeezes his tummy. And the few times he does escape, he soon realizes that he's a walking meal for some bird circling overhead and there really isn't much to do after you actually escape. I can't believe I've missed this sort of action for the last eight months couped up inside the house.

Hey, look we can fly!

Look at me, look at me, if I hold out my arms and lift up my legs it looks just like I'm flying. I figured that once I mastered the art of crawling a few weeks ago it was best that I perfect other modes of transportation. Although walking is typically the next logical phase, I decided that it would be more enjoyable to learn the art of flight. So what do you think, does this look right to you? It feels great, the wind flowing through what hair I have and the smiles of everyone taking part in this historic exercise.

My little sister's newfound obsession with taking to the air has rubbed off on me as well. I have to say it is less of a stretch of the imagination to think that I could be the first to flight. I routinely leap off of couches and beds and if papa wouldn't stop me I'd like also be catapulting myself off of counters and any other surface that I can climb onto without anyone knowing. My theory on how best to fly is to run around grandmaman and grandpapa's house as fast as possible in a pretty pink dress and matching slippers and jump as high as I can and wave my arms as hard as I can, just like one of the birds outside the window.

But they did it on E.T.

For some reason maman and papa don't like the idea of Izzie hanging off the handle bars on my new bike as I ride around. This is a clear example of arbitrary parental rule making because I'm sure E.T. rode like this in that really old movie. So if it's good enough for an Reese's Pieces munching alien, surely it's good enough for Izzie and I.

I love my new bike, actually it's getting old now but papa hasn't updated the blog in a long time so it will be new to all the faithful blog readers. It's pretty and pink with streamers coming off the handle bars. What could be better than that!