Mom and Dad like "Thomas the Tank Engine" so much, they went to ride him today. They even took me along so they wouldn't have to leave me home alone.
I got this Thomas Tummy Tattoo to play along. It was a fun day, even though I kept asking "Where's Thomas?" while we were riding on him. The whole thing is a little confusing.
Choo Choo!
We all had "hobo lunches," which were PB+J and Fritos (Yay!) inside a bandana.
Zoe made good use of her bandana. Now she's talking about "rebuilding the carb" on her stroller.
This guy kept sitting in everyone's picture. I was all like "Personal space, dude."
Zoe, of course, had no issues with Al at all.
Speaking of Zoe, dad pointed the 85 at her a lot today.
She's still rocking the Blue Steel pose when she feels like it.
She calls this one Le Tigre.
Ba ha ha ha ha!
She rolls over from her tummy now. This is her in mid-roll.
My sister is not un-cute.
See?
She does have monkey feet, which is how you know she's a Feldman.
Ba ha ha ha ha!
EXXXXCELLLENTT.
Zoe is working on her hypnosis skills. Using this look, she can already hypnotize the squirrels in the yard. It's only a matter of time now.
I put on my tutu and new Bunny Helmet all by myself.
Dad says he's already contacted my future high school to get this one into my yearbook.