Do it MY way

Mama tells everyone that I'm a funny girl because I like things just so. I'll admit I DO holler when I'm unhappy, but I don't think that's funny. How else would I get what I want?

Some of the things I feel strongly about:
I don't like being tossed in the air--AT ALL.
I like to eat Mama's milk, formula, oatmeal, and fruit. Nothing else.
I don't like getting dressed and cry every time Mama pulls something over my head.
Mama is my favorite person and if she's around, no one else gets to hold me.
I think long hair, sharing my binky, and my brothers' games are all pretty funny.
And I like to be warm and dry at all times. This means Mama has to change my diaper and clothes two or three times a day (hate it, but it's worth it). It also means I have to be dressed warmly when we go out.
Fortunately, I have tons of cute clothes, including this little fuzzy, hooded thing. I wear it every chilly day, particularly when we go out for evening walks.

Daddy and the boys laugh at the tassel on the hood, but Mama and I think I am extremely cute. Mama likes it because it's pink. I like it because it's made of this stuff that my drool can't get through--so I stay dry and warm without having to change my clothes.

It's all about me, people. If I don't get my way, you'd better plug your ears and run, because I have one serious scream.