Cowgirl Princess

I have mentioned before that I got a wooden horsey from my GrandServantDaddy Gates. I love it so much. Here is a picture of me taking my horsey on a ride the other day.

Giving Kisses

Mommy's birthday was awhile ago, and so, for her birthday, I decided to give her the most ironic gift I could imagine: a kiss. I wanted her to know how annoying it is to have somebody shove their mouth up against her face. Sadly, she did not comprehend the protest. 

Now I just keep attacking to try to help her understand. So far it has not worked.

Kissy kissy!

Well, there was one kiss she did not appreciate, but that is because I bit her, so that does not count.

Me, teething on Mommy's nose.

I know she is smiling in this poorly framed photograph, but that is only due to the fact that she smiles when she is in pain. I do not understand.
I have only given Daddy kisses once, though, because his beard is not very pleasant to kiss. I do not know how Mommy does it.

Check Out This Gates' Pearly Whites

These odd teeth growths that I am suffering from inside of my mouth are just becoming increasingly prolific and prominent. Here, let me try to show them to you.

That did not work out as well as I would have liked. Here are some pictures.

"I have a tooth right here."

"And one right here, too...."

"They keep coming!"

"Do you think that the misery will ever end?"

So far, it has not. I have at least six teeth right now, four across the top and the two on the bottom which I have had for awhile. I know I have shown you this picture before, but it shows my teeth really well.

I am happy for other reasons, not because of these sharp growths out of my gums.

One benefit, however, is that Mommy and Daddy are letting me eat foods they sadistically withheld from me previously.

"I think I might love you, too, Mommy! But solely because you are feeding me this banana."

How to Wave Like a Princess

Every one of my subjects has been waving to me, and expecting me to return the favor. I have decided lately that it is time for me to do so. Yet unlike all of these citizens who find it necessary to flap their hands about as if they were sycophantic dancers, I, instead, raise my hand into the air, usually with the palm towards them, in a truly royal manner. Here is a photograph of me waving to the camera. It is not the best wave I have done, but you can understand the basics.

Mommy and Daddy loved this picture, but were disappointed by my hand being in the way of my face. This after them prodding me to wave for quite awhile beforehand. What do they expect out of me?

Here is a better picture that Daddy took of me solely for this diary entry. I found it amusing that he was photographing me solely for the sake of this blog, thus my smirk.

Daddy: Hey Ellie, can I get a good wave for the blog?

Me, in a snobby voice: Oh, you want a good wave?

Waving is now a preferred means by which I can profess my solidarity and camaraderie with Mommy, Daddy, strangers, children in the market, balloons, toys, and videos of myself waving. After all, there is nobody more deserving of a wave than myself.

A Princess In Prison

Mommy went into my room to check on me during a nap recently to discover that I was sitting up in my bed. I thought it was a very clever maneuver, and while she praised me, Daddy lowed my mattress. I now sleep in a jail cell.

It is not all bad, however, because it is now really difficult for them to kiss me while I am in my bed. Listen, Parental Units, I know that I am adorable: I have seen myself in a mirror. If you could, however, resist the urge to kiss my cheeks all of the time, that would be greatly appreciated.

Reading is Fun and Tasty

I love to read books. Often, my parents will leave me surrounded by toys, and will return to find me lost in a good book.

I also will gladly turn the pages all by myself. I am such a good reader.

My parents, the silly people that they are, no longer let me read most books by myself. They believe there is some sort of "choking hazard". I do not know what they are talking about, it is not my fault that books make exquisite chew toys.

Peekaboo

One of my favorite activities a month to two months ago was a game called peekaboo. It was a magical game in which somebody would disappear, either by their own devices or through my supernatural abilities. I thoroughly enjoyed seeing people vanish from being directly in front of me. I was disappointed, however, when, just moments later, they would reappear. I tried to have a pleasant reaction, nevertheless, and try again, but Daddy noticed. He once commented on how odd it was that I was far more excited when he would disappear behind a couch then when he would reappear from behind it. The former elucidated a grandiose guffaw from me, while the latter only received a kind chuckle. Everybody enjoyed the game when I began being the one to control their fate, even if it was for a brief moment.

Part of my learning on how to do this previously documented illusion was from an anthropomorphic bear my Great-GrandServantMommy Gates gave to me. Periodically, she comes to life and lifts a blanket in front of her face. The bear, not the GrandServant. I was so startled by this at first, but came to love it. Which is when I deemed the blanket to be mine and ripped it from her possessive grasp.