For the love of cables.

Hello, my name is Miss E. I am very two years old.

I am making this face because, unlike every other time Mommy gets the camera out, I have decided, just for this one minute span of time, not to like to have my picture taken, not to ask to see it on the little screen right away after Mommy takes it, and DEFINITELY NOT to say, like I usually do, "One more, Mommy?" You can't see it in the picture but I am making a weird noise like an Eeeeeee sound. It sounds icky like the dentist noises (even though I love the dentist, she's very nice and I get a new toothbrush when I go there with Tigger and Pooh on it.)

This is my back yard. It's February here, which Mommy says is Pacific-Northwest-ese for Depression. Mommy doesn't go running as much during February month, and she's pretty grumpy. On this day when I'm in the picture it is not raining but it is cold. On Wednesday it snowed and Mommy at first thought that was cool and sent Brother and me outside, but then we looked sad and we came back in. Because snow is colder than rain and you get wet when you come inside which is weird!

When it snowed, I wore my white hat and I looked happier than I do in this picture. Mom said the pattern is called Gretel by Ysolda Teague and she was very happy when she was knitting it; in fact, she let me watch an extra "Tigger and Pooh" on the On Demand. Tigger is funny and Pooh is nice, but neither of them have a hat like mine. Mommy has a red one that is floppier and it looks like this:

Mommy really likes hers. She wore it to school on the snowy day because her classroom is very cold and several of the big girls she teaches said they liked it so she came home and said it was a winner! (Big girls do not usually give compliments to their teachers' clothing choices.)

Next mommy is finally going to make me my pink sweater once she finishes brother's blue sweater which looks like this:

Only in real life it is not blurry and it has more arms and a bottom.

Yay! I hope I will feel happy for the pictures of my pink sweater.

Love,
Miss E.