This One's For You, Ryan Miller

Hey, Ryan, are you ready for this?

HA-HA! Welcome to opening day of Major League Baseball! My boys of the Boston Red Sox meet your lame New York Yankees in the first game of the season, and we are going to CRUSH you.

Hmmm, would I ever cheer for the New York Yankees?

Never! Eat dirt, Yankees! And Happy Easter, everyone!

The Great Outdoors

Blue Dog and I headed down to the Santa Monica Pier this afternoon for some fresh air. Bright sunshine and a cool breeze. We loved it.

We were too little to go on the rides, which was annoying.

But it turned out OK, 'cause we saw dolphins swim by the end of the pier, and I contemplated purchasing a grain of rice with my name painted on it.

Big News!

Today I was able to sit without support.

OK, here I'm getting an assist from my pal Giraffe, but that's only because, by the time someone was able to get the camera out, my abdominals were a bit tired. I was so excited that I barfed on Milk Lady's Husband. Oh, well.

"Hot Tub Time Machine"

Need I say more? .... Probably.

If you love 1986 and John Cusack like I do, go see this movie. Milk Lady's Husband and I saw it at the Grove today. It's decent, with the kind of gross-out humor I really get into.

Umami Burger and Pals

Yum, hamburgers!

So I know I'm late to the bandwagon, but I think I understand the fifth taste sensation! In a couple of years, I'm sure we'll all agree we were silly to be so excited about hamburgers, but right now I don't care. I'll be back! Milk Lady's husband recommends the Port & Stilton burger, if you're interested. If you don't know what I'm talking about, Umami Burger is a burger chainlet in L.A. We visited the one in Los Feliz on Saturday. The staff was super-accommodating. (Three strollers is kind of ridiculous, if you ask me.) It's in the old Cobras & Matadors spot on Hollywood Boulevard. Check it out.

OK, this photo isn't from our visit to Umami Burger, but I wanted you to see how sexy Milk Lady and my friend David are -- in a 1970s/swingers kind of way. I couldn't have cared less, but you can see how jazzed they were to be photographed in this tableau, if you will.

This is my new pal Kitt. She is super-cute. She reminds me of Katie Couric, when she was on the Today show not the Evening News. Anyway, Kitt is really sweet, and she could not get enough of the sweet potato fries at Umami Burger.

This is my other new pal Perry. He had no idea I was touching his head. Can you believe that?!? Heh-heh-heh.

Banana-Face Disaster!

So, this is exactly what I was talking about yesterday. The man does not know what he's doing!

I began the day looking great: cute onesie, adorable shoe-socks, fantastic hair. And look what happened. Milk Lady's Husband decided to feed me some banana.

Yes, that is banana stuck in my hair. Please look away. It's embarrassing.

That is also banana on my knee. It got so bad I had to grab the spoon out of his hand and feed myself. Ridiculous.

You've Got To Be Kidding!

Today is a beautiful day, so I thought I'd start with a sweet picture of me and my pal Blue Dog at the park before I start telling you about how my world has suddenly been rocked -- and not in a good way.

I thought Milk Lady was joking when she said she was going back to work and leaving me in the care of her husband, but it's been three days now and I'm starting to think she's serious.

See how I'm kind of stepping on my pal Blue Dog in this photo? That about sums up my feelings for Milk Lady's Husband right now. (Thanks, Blue Dog, for playing along and allowing me to do this to you for purposes of illustration. I hope it didn't hurt too much.) The dude sleeps late and then feeds me milk from a bottle. That's not how you're supposed to do it. Yesterday he put a Pampers "1" diaper on me. I don't wear "1"s anymore; I wear "2"s! Everyone knows that. This afternoon, when he was feeding me bananas, which I love BTW, he could barely find my mouth with the spoon. I was covered in the stuff by the end. Is he blind?!? He's doing everything wrong.

Sometimes I'm so hungry I have to eat my feet. It's ridiculous. Things better improve or I'm going to have to speak to a supervisor about this guy.