Are you ready for some football?

So I hear there's a big football event coming up on Sunday. I'm not as interested since the Jets aren't playing, but I have grown to enjoy football after watching it this season. So I thought as a public service to those of you who don't regularly watch football but plan on watching the Super Bowl this Sunday, I would explain how football works:



See, was that so hard? Actually, I'm most excited about the halftime entertainment; the new word Dad taught me this week is "Bruce"! (I also learned "Clarence"-as in, Clarence Clemons—and "saxophone.")

Hope you all have a Super weekend!

Pizza in 30 minutes or less

Mom had a great idea over the weekend. Since I've grown to love pizza over the few times I've eaten it with Bobbi and Dido, Mom had us make pizza together: putting sauce, cheese and mushrooms on a Boboli crust.



Everything went well, until Mom and Dad told me to wait 11 minutes while the pizza baked in the oven. The nerve of them! Take a look:



This is my absolute favorite video right now! I get a kick out of watching myself have a breakdown, and I say "pizza...waahhh" what I talk to Mom and Dad about what happened.

My pretty ponytail

Let me tell you, that Bobbi is a tricky one! I can't let her out of my sight for a second, because she loves secretly putting barrettes in my hair even though she knows I hate them. But last week, she pulled off a doozy by somehow putting my hair into a full ponytail without my figuring out what she was up to. I was too busy having fun with Bobbi to notice the ponytail—I love imtitating her when she walks with her hands behind her back! Take a look:



There's a cute postscript to this video. When Dad showed me the video this morning, I liked it so much that when Bobbi came I immediately let her give me another one and ran around saying "Ponytail! Ponytail!" So congratulations, Bobbi: your months-long crusade to wear me down has finally succeeded!

Queen of the hill

We've gotten a LOT of snow here over the last couple weeks, so Mom and Dad took me sledding on the big hill at the park around the corner (no more dinky little hills for me this year!). How did it go? Take a look (and don't miss the sledder who makes a beeline for me right in the beginning):



So I pulled the same "home!" thing on Dad a month ago. He carried me all the way there, dodging all the dangerous ice, and then after two trips down the hill I wanted to go back home. At least this time he was smart enough to drive us there! Even though I threw in the towel quickly, I had a lot of fun out there with Mom and Dad.



And with that, another week comes to a close. I turn the big 2-0 on Sunday (20 months, that is), so I'll see you back here next week, older and wiser!

Ask Julia: 1/22/09

My boyfriend wrote in with an Ask Julia question. Take it away, Alec:

Hi! Mommy and I were reading your blog yesterday when I noticed the heading: Julia's Baby Blog. You're not a baby anymore! You've been a toddler for months now.

That's a very good point, Alec. And I would probably change the name if I didn't think there were going to be some much bigger changes to the blog a few months down the line (probably around the time I get to the bottom of this "baby brother" business). So I'm keeping the Baby Blog title for now. And besides, Toddler Blog doesn't have the same ring to it!

I should clarify what I wrote above about my "boyfriend." I'm not really referring to Alec as a person; it's more that Christmas photo of him and Isabella that I still swoon over, and need to know the whereabouts at all times. Mom says that he's like my imaginary friend, or more accurately my version of the doll or stuffed animal that little kids insist on dragging along with them everywhere. I also enjoy playing peekaboo with him, which you'll see in this video (which also contains a look at the kind of playing—and whining—I've been up to lately).

Momma, Nia!

Here's a long overdue look at one of my best friends, Nia. I see her multiple times during the week with Bobbi—either in town or at a playdate—but Mom and Dad have never actually met her. They certainly hear about her all the time, though. I always tell the story about the time when Nia cried because she was startled by a cop who was drinking coffee. I told her "Don't!" and "Done!"—don't cry, be done! Anyway, since I spend so much time with her I figured it was about time that I put some photos of us up here. So Mom, meet Nia!


Here we are celebrating the new year. Aren't we a cute pair?

Speaking of celebrations, today is a big day for the country (though Bobbi and Dido don't seem as happy as Mom and Dad are). Let's all raise a glass of milk to our new President!

Hair and makeup

As I've gotten older I've learned where the real good toys are hidden in the house. Like the stickers in Mom's nightstand, the liquid soap dispensers up on the sink and most especially, Mom's makeup. A few times a week, I convince her to let me go through her makeup.

Hmmm, looks good but I think I need a little more lipstick...

That's much better! Want to see some of my makeup tips? Take a look:



But don't think I'm one of those girls who is only obsessed with makeup. No way; I love going through Mom's hair stuff too!



Here's a look at me rifling through Mom's hair accessories:



Mom and Dad said we're going to visit Grandma Saturday. She's feeling better every day, so I can't wait to see her. Hope you all have a great weekend!