My Parents Went to Orlando and All I Got was this Stupid Minnie Mouse Doll

OK, Here's the Situation, My Parents Went Away On a Week's Vacation

This week Mommy and Daddy went to Orlando so I got to stay at Bubbie and Zayde's. (No, they didn't leave the keys to the brand new Porsche.) I know, how cruel, going to the most kid-friendly destination in the country without me. For what it's worth, they were supposed to go to Puerto Vallarta (where I had no desire to go -- swine flu, kidnappings, oh my!) but Daddy forgot to get his passport renewed and didn't realize it 'til the night before. The only place they could exchange their time share for was Orlando. It's all good though. I barely even knew they were gone. Bubbie and Zayde kept me on a busy schedule with such outings as the botanical gardens.



When I grow up I may just be a garbagewoman. I love picking stuff up off the ground and showing it off. My uncles are all a bunch of dumpster divers so I guess being, I mean collecting, white trash is in my blood.



We stopped for a pose in front of the weeping willow trees. I tried to cheer them up but it looked like they just wanted me to leaf them alone.



We also went to the library. When I first got there I thought, "So-fari so good."



I usually don't smile like this for pics but Bubbie's a good insti-gator.



I was totally all over the place at the library. Bubbie and Zayde had to book it to keep up with me.



The last stop was the bamboo house. Chute, why can't I reach the top!



Bubbie and Zayde bought an inflatable pool for me to play in. They even color coordinated it with their picnic table.



I made my own waterfall. And chiquita banana hat.



It was fun spending time with Uncle Noah too. I taught him the hand motions to Itsy-bitsy spider before spouting off on a baby-babble tangent.



I even taught him how to talk on a shoe. Heel never really appreciate that trick though.

Rip Van Winkful

Kids do the darnedest things. Art Winkletter would be proud.

[Insert Day Here]

Denny and Jave paid me a visit tonight. Jenny didn't get the memo that is was pink day.



She did get the memo that it was crazy-eye killer day though!

Booze Clues

Finally the big day arrived. Now I can officially call her Aunt Tiffany. Yay! The wedding was great. I was quiet for most of it. (Read: Mommy fed me continously.) At the reception, my mood soured when Mommy wouldn't share her mimosa.



I knew Uncle Noah was always willing to sneak me a drink so when he and Sara offered me some vino, I chugged it down fast before Mommy and Daddy came back.



By the time I met Cousin Ari for the first time, I had quite the buzz working.



Cousin Sara tried to help me walk it off but I failed the field sobriety test.



It got so bad, I started imagining things like Uncle D popping out of a box naked.



Sure enough, I passed out shortly thereafter and slept it off.

What Would You Do With A Drunken Sailor?

Wondering why I had a champagne glass in every picture of that last post? In this video you can see the great lengths I went to in order to hang on to it. Watch as the glass never leaves my hands for more than a couple seconds as I walk, er... stumble around, grab my shoes out of the stroller and dance with cousin Sara. My glass may be empty but my cup runneth over.

Still Haven't Gotten Your Phil of Wedding Pics?

Being a baby blogger, I'm not hip to the laws of Internet piracy. It's fair game to use pics from a photographer's site with the watermarks on them, right?

As always, Great-Uncle Phil took some amazing photos. Here are the highlights. And, of course, by highlights, I mean the ones I'm in...

Don't Forget the Lyric!

Today we went to Uncle D and even-closer-to-being-Aunt T's house for a BBQ. I sat patiently and ladylike on the lawn while waiting for Daddy to grill my hot dog.



Then my new boyfriend Lyric came over to play.



We started off with a little catch. Lyric was unclear on the wind-up required for a 2 inch throw.



Suddenly, out of nowhere, he turned it into a wrestling match. What a pin-head.

Eye of the Tiger

Before leaving the BBQ, we raided Uncle D's prop closet to find some shtick for Daddy to use at the wedding. Let's just say there was no shortage of material. With the disco balls and the Bulls helmet, I did my best Rocky Ballbulla impression.

Fleshing Things Out

Unfortunately, the hotel didn't make robes my size. I have a feeling this pic will make me the butt of jokes for many years to come.

Whose Wedding Is It Anyway?

Today we flew to Minneapolis for Uncle D and so-very-close-to-being-Aunt T's wedding. Once again, I was a little miffed at not being the center of attention. Maybe if I were a little tanner.



Ahh, that's better. Thanks Elovics!



I loved the food at the rehearsal dinner but, as you know, I'm not a picky eater. I also liked having both red and white wine, er... water and milk in front of me.



I made friends with a cute little boy named Lyric. Sorry, Leo, but I'm in a different area code.