Who me show off?

Sometimes it's just hard not to be cute. We're sitting around the table this week in our new house, boxes scattered all over the place, stuff strewn everywhere just waiting to find a home. I could have opted for a more confrontational approach to get yogurt or strawberries or whatever papa was eating at the time. Instead, I decided to play the cute card. A smile here, a song there, a piece of bread to do the dog when no one is looking. You may be surprised how much a little girl can get out of parents with very little effort.

My buddy Belle

The older I get, the more I start to realize how important Belle is in our lives. Not only does she clean the floor when I drop something and wash my hands when I have yogurt on them, but she is also helping me learn how to walk and stand up on my own. She is an invaluable resource to me, although for some reason she just doesn't appear to like it when I tug at her tail. Go figure, Gribouille has the same response (and sadly, Toulouse won't even let me try).

Am I a superstar or what!?

I just can't get enough of wearing my sunglasses in the house, they go so well with all my other dress-up clothes. As you can see, even in our new playroom I can still add a few megawatts of star power to any situation with my big smile and stylish appearance. Izzie says she wants to be just like me, can you blame the girl?

Hollywood bound

With Paris Hilton behind bars, Grandmaman and I have decided it's time that our shine. Our publicist is going to start marketing us to shows like eTalk, Entertainment Tonight, Insider and Access Hollywood. We're not going to pull the same stunts as Paris, but at the same time, we think we have an feasible reality TV show in the works. It will take viewers behind-the-scenes, while I climb through cupboards, stacking cans, scale chairs and other obstacles and then dance and sing with all my friends. Once that's done, grandmaman is going to record a country album, with her smash hit, My Cheating Heart. The only thing holding us back is how Izzie will handle this newfound superstardom.

Loving life

There are very few days in my life where things careen off in directions that I would prefer to avoid, and those situations typically revolve around trips to the hospital, Lumpy getting dirty or Izzie pulling my hair. So by and large, I’m extremely content two-year-old little girl. And then there are days where my surroundings are so completely alive that it’s almost a case of sensory overload. Sunday was a prime example. I admit, I wasn’t in the best of moods to start the day, my fever was up and I just felt like I had been run over by my Princess tea cart. My entire day changed when we went to Le Vieux Presbytère. All my friends were there to celebrate the baptisms of Olivier, Jérémie and Véronique. Not only did I get to see parrain, marrain, mes tantes Joanne, Carole, Nadine and Lise, but Zoé, Chloé, Julien and Valerie were all there too. Although getting to play with them was fun, nothing could quite compare to playing outside by the ocean.
There is just something truly special about the ocean on a sunny day. It is likely the smell that the salt water ushers in coupled with the unique birds and plants that are always nearby. When the wind blows through my hair, I get that tingly feeling (and no maman, it isn’t just because papa forgot to put on my jacket). There are few words to describe the excitement that I had getting to pick flowers, chase birds, run up and down hills and dance in the tall grass. Sometimes I think it is a shame that every day can’t be this much fun. That isn't to sound at all sad, instead it's uplifting to know that every so often we can jump out of the van and endulge in such special surroundings.

So can I make a wish now?

June has brought many intriguing events. I can now go swimming again in the backyard. There are more friends playing outside than I remember last year. And there are flowers that I can to pick, just growing on our lawn. Free. Papa, for reasons only he knows, was so concerned about these pretty yellow flowers and their older, white parents, that he called in a man with a truck to eradicate them. There are still some left, these are resilient little flowers apparently, plus there are dozens of them just beside our property, on the path. I'm told, if I grab one of these flowers and make a wish, I just have to blow all the little fuzzy stuff off and it will come true. Hmm. I wish my little sister didn't pull my hair and left my toys alone. Does it still work if I tell people my wish?

Finally!

Finally, after what has seemed like centuries of maman and papa constantly cleaning the house (ok, more maman than papa, but ...) and then stressing about things that I'm sure I will care about more in the coming years, the big red "SOLD" sign went on our house this weekend, as well as the house that we keep driving by and sneaking behind to look at every few days. I'm sure the neighbours by the new house will be rather relieved that those intruders -- no, not deer -- will finally have a purpose for the seemingly endless visits. I thought it would be apropos to get my picture taken in front of the only house that I have never really known. Wow, I'm getting sentimental and we haven't even moved yet.

And here is an idea of what the new house looks like, but obviously in the coming days and weeks there will be more appropriate photos of our home. Over the weekend, we've started packing up dishes and putting away toys. But the real move, I'm told, isn't supposed to start until late next week. Then again, it's not like I have to be overly concerned, I get to play no matter where I am. The one giant advantage to this whole process of packing and moving boxes, is that Izzie and I have so many possibilities for building our own homes. This is so much fun. I'm sure glad maman and papa have decided to change homes.