Where'd my boo-boo go?

That has been the question of the week - where did my boo-boo go? The grownups kept telling me it would go away, and they were right. As you can see, I got my stitches out last Tuesday and now its just a little red mark under my nose. No big deal at all.(compare to the post below for before and after)

I've been very curious where everything goes these days? I probably ask that question about someone or something at least 20 times a day. Where'd daddy go...Where'd my milk go...and on and on. If the answer is an obvious one, like when Daddy is standing right beside me, Mommy just ignores me. Other new things I like to say a lot are "See?" and "Okay?" I have picked these up from my friends at school.

Just in case any of you thought I was perfect (and Mommy says I USED to be), the grownups are making me confess that I am not. I have been getting into trouble lately for not listening. I understand everything they say, but I just don't want to comply. I call it independence; the grownups call it disobedience. Stayed tuned!

I am getting pretty good at dressing and undressing myself. I can get my pants on and off, but shirts are a little harder. I know how to get my arms in and out - sometimes I just get stuck! I can also get my sandals and flip-flops on by myself (I just LOVE my flip-flops.), but I still need a little help to get socks and tennis shoes on right. Mommy does let me help tie my shoes, though. My favorite part is to "make a LOOP!"

I hope the warm weather is here to stay because I just love to play outside. I think I could stay outside forever with my bubbles, wagon and soccer ball. Hope you are having a fun spring too!

Love ya,

Emily