Someone propped me up here, on the primo vinyl sofa, at the age of 2 months so that I could give you a lil advice.
Listen up Miss Bella,
Schmooze your Grand Cat Daddy and he will make sure that the world is yours. Go ahead and schmooze your daddy while you are at it. He already thinks you hung the moon!
Don't worry about sitting ladylike at this age. It's darn near impossible with these diapers.
See my left hand? Left hand. I forgot you're just a lil kid. Ok, the side the kitty cat is not on. See my fingers? My very own Daddy about stunted my growth by putting my fingers in the hook 'em horns position every time he walked by me. He was bound and determined that I would wear orange and achieve my higher learning where he got his learnin', at The University of Texas. Does anybody think Dad is bothered by the fact that I am (years after this picture was taken) madly in love with a bonafide, maroon wearing, cult ring bearing Aggie? Thankfully, my fingers didn't stick that way.
Bella, you just get yourself smart however you can. Drink your milk and grow yourself. After that diaper thing, you'll have plenty of time to sit ladylike, I'm sure.
Love your family as much as we all do, and your life will be more full than my tummy after a bottle of milk.
Miss Debbie, thank you for inviting me. I didn't get to rsvp, so I hope you don't mind me crashing the shower. I'm gonna go crawl under the bed and see what I can see. I think I saw something moving and that's always fun to explore!
I kinda wish we still had this vinyl sofa to sit on. Or at least to sell!
ps. If you are confused by all this fuss, Miss Debbie at Talking Trash is hosting a baby shower for her beautiful Bella. Go here to read all about it.