the life of baby jude

I'm a toddler, it's true. And like any self respecting 23 month old, I'm throwing tantrums, crying and giving my parents a general attitude. Daddy had to work most of last weekend, so it was just me and Mommy. That, combined with Mommy started a new job last week made her a bit stressed out, methinks. So on Saturday, she laid the waterworks on Grandma and asked her to come down and see us. Thankfully, I have a wonderful Grandma, so she came right down. It should be noted that I can't really say "Grandma" so I call her "Mee-ma." Actually, everyone seems to think it's pretty cute. Anyway, we went to the playground on Saturday and then out for ice cream. Here's a picture of Mommy spinning the two of us. Mommy laughed her butt off as Mee-ma and I held on for dear life! I swear, she's diabolical!

Saturday night was really fun! Evie's M&D wanted to go out to the city to celebrate her Daddy's birthday. So, Mee-ma, M&D and I went over to babysit. Evie and I had a blast as usual, but I honestly think she's likes Gaga more than me! Look at them here! Can you even believe it? Everyone says that Gaga really needs a daughter. I'm not so sure... Evie likes TV as much as I do. Here's a funny picture of her watching Dora/doing yoga.

Then on Sunday, we did a little shopping. Actually, everyone took turns walking me around while they shopped, so I wouldn't have a total meltdown. Then, we all came home and M&D and Mee-ma read Supernanny's and T. Berry Brazelton's book on childreaing. Are times that tough? Yeah, I guess they are. But I did do some really cute things to charm them. I learned how to say "Good job." I taught Mee-ma how to take big bites of food in very dramatic fashion. Every time she did it, I said, "Good job, Mee-ma." It was almost enough to make them forget about how many times I threw myself on the floor while screaming at the mall. Almost.