Easter feast(er?)!

My Aunt Teresa is getting married (and I gotta tell ya, I look sooo cute in my dress), and so we got to go to my grandma and grandpa's for three days while my mom and grandma and aunts had a shower and tied ribbons on little jars and made mints and all sorts of stuff. Let me tell you what I did.
I watched some Diego (my favorite). If you look closely, you can see my Aunt Sarah stuck Diego down the back of my pants. I didn't care, though, I've never seen Diego this big before!

I tried to wrap myself as an Easter gift. What more could ya want?

Finally! My mom was done with this shower business and we got to color eggs! The eggs made a fantastic colored sploosh! and we had so much fun. (We just ate our last multi-colored hard boiled egg yesterday.)

My Aunt Sarah, who is the bomb, brought me a potty chair. Did you know these things aren't just for pottying on? (Which is good 'cause I can't do it anyway). I sat on mine and blew bubbles (also given to me by Aunt Sarah).

See, even my dad likes the potty chair! Here he's trying to steal my Easter dinner. Hands off, bub!

Easter morning. I gotta tell ya, this holiday business is cool. I got lots of candy (which I never get) and super fun toys. here I'm trying on my cousin Max's flippers. Bring on the waves, I'm ready (even though I can't stand up)!

Oh, crap! I see you givin' me the eyeball, Mom, and I'm not gonna stop eating this candy!

Hoppy Easter, everybunny!

The coolest toys...

...aren't toys. You know, people buy me stuff a lot, and I really like all of it, but my mom always laughs because I always end up playing with stuff I'm not supposed to. For example, my favorite toys include the chair in the living room, my Aunt Teresa's wallet, my dad's catchall and the half full bag of flour in the pantry. I know, I'm weird. Here are some pictures my mom took of me one Saturday morning.

So this is my diaper box skirt. It was kind of a pain to carry around, so...

...I decided to make it into my house/vehicle. I sat in it and sang songs, scooted all around the kitchen floor, and I was having a great time until...

...it tried to eat me! As I struggled to extract myself from the jaws of this ruthless cardboard attacker, my mother lay on the floor, laughing and taking pictures. Does this woman have no soul?

That was a dumb game, but this is something I'm really good at. It's called, "jump from the chair to the ottoman" (creative, huh?). As you can see from the above photo, it takes a lot of concentration and precise form. I've only fallen off once, and I maintain that it was due to faulty equipment. Even if you make it to the ottoman unscathed, you need to make it back to the chair before you can celebrate.
This is my victory smile. I should have a sponsor.