Mmmm... Chocolate cake with colourful icing. It's Maman's birthweek this week, which means we get chocolate cake and Papa makes dinner. Don't tell Papa, but I could live without his cooking. He tries hard so I'm trying not to deflate his rather fragile ego. On Sunday, it was cake night and we even got to blow out the candles. Because I'm two years old, I did my best to help Maman blow out all her candles, she's ancient you know. Izzie, on the other hand, wanted to try and eat the burning candles. Little sisters, sometimes you have to explain everything to them.

I love playing dress-up. And it's even better when I get to put on my heart-shaped shades. As you can plainly see, I'm adept on putting them on all by myself. Maman kept offering to help me but why would I need her assistance when I can do it just fine myself. And don't you just love my green headband and the frilly, pink shoulder straps to my dress? Sadly this picture doesn't properly portray my full elegance. What you can't see is the black socks I have on my arms. Very classy methinks.

Finally, it's my turn to play with the ball. Each time I go after it, Elle and Belle are always trying to steal it away from me or bounce it in a gazillion other directions. So now I get to do whatever I want with it. Unfortunately, I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do. Perhaps I'll just sit up and look at it and try and put it in my mouth. Yes, that's exactly what I'll do. Wait, it's too big for my mouth. Argh, thwarted again!