Enough with the animals already...

So here I am trying to have a nice relaxing weekend. Mom and Dad were kind enough to buy this new couch, which they then considerately shrunk (Shrank? Reducerised?) to suit my size.

Very comfy, though in fact the couch is regular size. I just had a REALLY big lunch.

And guess what... it's not just an average couch. It's actually a renegade Autobot from the planet Cybertron who just signed a 3 picture deal with Michael Bay. Check it out... Transformer couch, more than meets the eye!

Imagine a really cool wohwohwohwohching noise as it transforms from a couch into a... slightly less comfortable lump of foam. And then declares war on Decepticons. Pretty cool, no?

Anyhoo... as I was saying, it was a wonderfully relaxing day. And then all of a sudden there were eels.

Seriously... what is that thing and why is he looking at me? And licking his creepy eel lips?

Mom, Dad and Grandma took a perfectly good Sunday and dragged me off to the Aquarium. (As if the elephant nudity at the Zoo last week hasn't left me scarred enough.) Though as it turns out, the Aquarium has quickly become one of my all time favorite places.

Yes, I look terrified, but in fact this is my extremely happy face. Blame the photographer.

Yes, the stingray is my new best friend. Seriously, I love this guy... he cracks me up. Though apparently he had a run in with Steve Irwin and people just haven't forgiven him. C'mon, look at that innocent face. He smiles like an angel. A slippery, algae smelling angel.

Love ya!

Sass

Animals Galore

Ahh, the joy of animals. They smell terrible, they make scary noises, and most of them could use a shave. Yet as a toddler I am duty bound to remain fascinated by them. And while I have many warm and fuzzy stuffed animals I have to admit I wasn't fully prepared to meet most of them face to face.

Which I have done recently... starting with my very first trip to the Zoo.

We started with the tiny, fist sized elephants... until I clued into the principles of 'depth perception' and 'perspective'. Or as I like to call it, 'safe-distance shrink-ism'.

I mean, first off... where are the pants? In my storybooks, almost all of the animals wear pants. And having seen an elephant naked, I can see why!

Still without the pants. And a funny necktie wouldn't go astray either.

Sure the zebras looked cool, but the advancing lion that had broken through the enclosure next door was much more fascinating.

And the following week, Mom and Dad took me to a farm!

That's my friend Toby and his Dad, they're city folk who bought themselves a farm outside the city. I suppose it's more practical than keeping cows in their back yard in the city. Though that would have been my first choice. Think of all the free milk... score!

We saw some ponies. Until we got much closer (have we learned nothing from my teachings of safe-distance shrink-ism?) at which point the ponies became monstrous, hairy beasts with sweaty nostrils. Seriously... ewwwwww.

But Dad wasn't afraid of Mr. Horsey so I thought I'd try getting a little closer...

He can smell my fear, even through the poopy nappy. And believe you me, there was significant poopage.

Yikes! As I later found out, Mr. Horsey's real name was actually Satan's Destroyer and he had been banished to this farm after being caught cheating at the races. How did he cheat you may ask? By taking steroids.... that were made out of children!!

And also, I'm pretty sure he killed Phar Lap, just because Phar Lap looked at him funny. Seriously, that Mr. Horsey was one bad apple.

By the way, did I mention I can walk now? Oh, right... I guess that's a big deal. Talk about burying my lead... my journalism professor would be so embarrassed!

OK, so it's assisted walking. Which is a legitimate form of walking according to the Grandparents Association of Australia.

OK... a couple more random cute pictures. This is to make up for the lack of posts lately. (Sorry Grandma Joyce, but between fantasy baseball and Facebook Dad has become a bit lax in the baby-blog-assistance area.)

It takes a very cute baby to pull off horizontal stripes. Oh yeah.

Someone call child services... if I can't reach the top of the dishwasher, is it really fair to make me clean up?

Forget the Wiggles, I've moved on to a cooler musical role model. Who also wears tea cosies on his head.

Love to all!!

Saskia