Me and My Friend Giselle Giraffe
Dear Mom and Dad,
Days here are camp are pretty”typical” and so many days are just like the day before, that it is not easy to show you something new and exciting . You have seen me at play in my tunnels or practice crawling… you see me swim, or looking adorable… and you have seen me a bit ago with my then new friend… GISELLE GIRAFFE, and her baby giraffe… Gugu Giraffe. Today, I was playing with Giselle… and well… we had a little tiff.
Why you ask? Well let me tell you….we were haning out on the couch together… and then she says to me… hey… you got something hanging from your mouth baby…
Well I am too little for it to be hormones, but it just struck me wrong, and I was sensitive… She may be a mama giraffe, only my mama can tell me if I have something hangin’ and I let her know it.
After I gave her a piece of my mind, and let her know that she hurt me little feelings… then I decided… what the heck…
Before you knew it, she and I were best buds again. Here we are and I am giving her a kiss…
They are calling me Mini the Smoocher… (or Nana does after some old song called Minnie the Moocher for those who are old enough! Be smart don’t admit it, I like to let Nana think she is ANCIENT) since I have just mastered, giving big wet smoochies… WITH A LITTLE NIBBLE EVERY NOW AND THEN!
So after we kissed and made up, we played… and played, and played… Giselle and I till it was time for bed.
I LOVE YOU MAN! YOU…. I LOVE YOU!
In the photo below, I am playing doctor… (a foot doctor, just like my Poppy and my Great Papa! )
All in all, I had a great day.
I hung with Nana, and helped her get important stuff done today.
I laughed, I played and have mastered the art of giving smoochies….
I played with Giselle and Baby GuguGiraffe, and didn’t take any of Mama Giselle’s lip… like I said, Mr. Griff takes the cake in the drool department… no body picks on me… right Mom!
Personally, I think it has so much more to do with the fact that I was up until one in the morning… and then went to sleep for an hour or two at a time until about 7:30 a.m. Still an insomiac… and hoping it will pass when the teeth get through!
I hope you had a good day, and didn’t get into any battles with Giraffes…. they can be tough… can’t wait till you are home, and I don’t have to worry about you two in the land of sand… where I am sure your plates are full like mine (she said sarcastically) here battling Giraffes and making headway in the civil rights of all babies who drool. Until tomorow, dear mom and dear dad, please know I AM, YOUR LITTLE MISS ADORABLE, your little Miss Drooling Teether… your daughter,