Feed a fever, bury a cold...

Parker kept running back and forth to her snack cart getting (fake) food and saying "Dada is sick! I bring him food!". When I finally went to check to make sure all was really ok, this is what I found. On his chest, she has stacked eggs, pizza, grapes, spaghetti, bread and buns.

Talk to the foot!

Last weekend we went to Austin and Parker had a great time visiting with her cousins. Here, she is being less than cooperative for picture taking. 

Feeding time for the Little People Zoo

The funny thing about this one was that she lined everyone up behind the food trough. I don't know where she's ever seen anyone line up for food before, so she came up with the buffet idea on her own (she usually does table service). 

Parker's First Profanity

Last night Parker had a particulary icky potty accident while Bob was on duty. While he was trying to get her icky clothes off without creating a biohazard, I guess Parker could sense his frustration.

She said "Dada, say dame-it. Say dame-it Dada".

We both nearly got nosebleeds trying not to laugh.