Life according to Marian

Hey everyone... my life as 1 year old girl can be pretty tough sometimes. I only have a small repertoire of words, and the words I do know are only understood by a select group of people...and even then they don't always obey...I mean understand. My screams and grunts seem to be entirely ineffective at the moment...but don't worry I won't give up. I can tell mom is about to give up teaching me to ask nicely. Nobody seems to appreciate my delicate appetite. I have no choice but to throw unacceptable items on the floor. And really, nobody wants to go to bed before the sun sets. Life can be especially difficult when your life could be in mortal danger at any given moment. Check out this video mom just happened to record and you will see what I mean. Mom would like me to point out that she had no idea that the following was going to happen. And Jack would like to point out that it was a total accident...I'm not sure I'm convinced:

See what I mean? Luckily, I am very very tough.

At least I get to have some fun. I LOVE to push my baby around in the stroller. While wearing my pink purse of course. Sometimes I get so frustrated because the baby never sits in the stroller exactly how I want her too and my purse always falls off my shoulder. It is so frustrating.

I also LOVE to play in the dirt. Mom lets me do whatever I want while she works in the garden (as long as I don't run into the street. For some reason mom doesn't think that is a good idea, but again I won't give up on trying). My favorite part about being outside is dirt. I like to put dirt on me, dirt on mom, dirt on Jack...the whole crew.

I'm fortunate to have a mother who understands my need to accesorize. Hats...

Sunglasses you know, the necessities.

All in all, I GUESS my life is pretty good, minus having the Tasmanian Devil for a brother.

Love, Marian