I guess it’s about time I gave my little sister a little floor time. So today, it’s Story Time! Maybe we’ll make it a weekly thing, well, only if she does something interesting. So, with that, I’ll turn it over.

Hi. It’s me, Story.

I’m kind of knew to this whole blogosphere thing. So I guess I’ll start with a little about myself, likes and dislikes…


Hanging with my girls:



Dislikes? Well, for starters I really hate waiting to eat, a cold breeze on a wet bum, and staying up too late. For some reason, mom doesn’t have any photos of my dislikes. Hmm.

Oh, I almost forgot. My favorite thing in the whole wide world, is my big sister Tess!!!

Ok. This is kinda tiring. I gottasg.,kmb.xzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzzzz

Woah, hey, Tess here again. Story just sorta fell asleep on me. She’s always doing that. Well, more of Story later.


It’s ma-birthday! It’s ma-birthday! Well, actually it was my birthday two weeks ago, but what’s a week? I have no clue, so as far as I’m concerned, it’s still my birthday! And I am now officially TWO YEARS OLD!

To celebrate my birthday, Mom and Dad took me on a trip! The whole family flew on a real airplane, to CALEEFOR-NEYE-AY! That’s right, the Golden Gate welcomed Tess and her clan in style!

We stayed at my cousin’s house, which was awesome. They even threw a birthday party, just for me!

I got lots of neat stuff. My cousin Pia really liked some of it…

Maybe some of it a little too much…

We also had an action packed week. Mom had to work most of the time (BORING!) but Dad, Story and I did the bay area in style. We went to the Discovery museum..

and the zoo…where we saw tigers….

and goats…

We did so much it was really quite exhausting! But each night, my cousin vivi read me bedtime stories…

And all the Straws got to sleep in the same room, which was super cool.

Anyway, it was a great trip, but I’m glad to be back in Maine with all of my toys and my own bed.

Well, I better get to bed, this TWO YEAR OLD needs her rest!

I can’t believe mime legend Marcel Marceau is gone. I never got a chance to see him perform live. Monsieur Marceau was one of my favorite performance artists. (He ties for a close second with Siegfried and Roy — Blue Man Group being #1 of course). I even considered taking up mime myself. I’ve been told I have a natural talent. See for yourself:

That’s a photo of me practicing my moves back before Story was born.

We’ll miss you Marcel, the world will be a noisier place without you.


I had such an awesome time on Sunday. First Mom and I went to school with Dad and met some of his super nice classmates. They all seem to know so much about me, I can’t seem to figure out why? It’s not like he has time to talk about me while he’s discussing important law school topics like copyrights and finals, right?

Before Dad hit the books we ordered lunch from one of his favorite restaurants and I had my very own Peanut Butter and Jelly Sandwich!!!!

After lunch, Mom and I went to Alphabet Soup to meet up with all my oldest and dearest friends. I’ve known some of these girls and boys since I was no more than 6 weeks old!!!

Check it out, here are some of my friends, and their mommies:

The funny thing is, this was the first time when we all met when we DIDN’T talk about nap schedules. I guess we’re all just moving on to bigger and better things. And Mom and I are literally moving… so we’re not going to see any of these good folks for a long long time….. sniff…. sniff…. do you think Portland has babies, or er, toddlers? Will I ever make friends again? And more importantly, do they have Peanut Butter in Maine?

Well, we had a great time. I was all over the jungle gym and slide. Here’s more shots of my friends and their mommies and dad:

After the park, before heading home Mom and I met up with Dad again and we went out for another meal, this time I had the more mundane penne with red sauce…. ho hum. I guess every meal can’t be 4 Star PB&J.

I guess this is the end of an era for me, one of my last outings before leaving the city. No more Tess and the City.

In other news, SPRING IS HERE! I’ll have to come back later and tell you how much my life has changed since the warm weather arrived.


Today was a big day for me. Mom, Dad and I went to Doodle Doos for my First Haircut!!!

My ‘fro was getting a bit unruly, I’ll admit it. Here are some “before” shots:

The biggest problem with my ‘do before the haircut was bedhead, and having my hair fall in my eyes, just try taming this cowlick:

So anyway, we got the the salon early which was great because I had a chance to look around at all the toys they had, and pick out a video to watch during my haircut (Blues Clues!!). Then we got down to business.

First the nice lady gave me a sticker for my hand:

I guess the sticker was meant to distract me, but I wasn’t bothered by the haircut at all. In fact I kind of enjoyed all the attention!!!! Here I am in the little “car,” totally enthralled with Blues Clues:

The stylist was a bit of a chatterbox, which is ok I guess.

And of course, the finished product you’ve all been waiting for!

Overall it was a pretty great experience. Unfortunately I can’t say the same for Mom and Dad, who BOTH have the stomach bug I had last week. Good thing the salon had a public restroom!!!


My mom’s been AWOL lately, so I had to ask Dad to help me out. Apparently she’s been too busy surfing Urban Baby to spend any quality Internet time with me.

Fortunately, Dad’s been holed up with my stomach flu all week and was able to set aside time between his mutterings of “Typhoid Tess” and trips to the bathroom to post some new photos for me.

It’s been a while, you know the story. What can I say, the Straw Family has been busy.

Last week we went to Portland to find our new home. We found a nice place to call home, with a nice view of the ocean and walking distance to my favorite place, the Children’s Museum! We got a family membership, so I’ll be spending a lot of time there come May! Once Dad is done with the Bar exam, we’re going to live it up Maine style, Lobster Festival, Blueberry Festival, Old Port Festival….Now if I can learn how to eat a lobster by May I’ll be SET.

Back at home I’m getting more comfortable with my walking. I was recently inspired by my friend Isabel. When she visited she was walking everywhere, I could barely keep up. So I resorted to showing Isabel around in my Radio Flyer Wagon.

After that we got bored and just sort of wrestled around.

That’s pretty much it. We’ve been playing “catch-up” since we returned from Maine. Mom says this means piles of laundry everywhere and no time for family strolls. Not a very fun game if you ask me.

I’ll come back later and fill you all in on our new home.


Well, it finally happened, I put two and two together… two steps that is… and took my first real unassisted steps. I did it the first time two weekends ago (Feb. 17th), but really got going earlier this week. So yeah, I did it, I walked. But I’m in no hurry to run.

Seems whenever I try this walking thing I occasionally miscalculate a step, and next thing I know — BAM! — I’m cracking my noggin on the hardwood floor or a nearby piece of furniture. OUCH! So I’m thinking, How do I avoid cracking my noggin? Easy: avoid this upright nonsense!!!!

You see, I’m risk averse. Kind of like my Mom and Dad. Let’s put it this way, I don’t come from bungee jumping stock. If an activity involves a high risk of serious physical injury — like skydiving, bungee jumping, or roller derby for example — us Straws are not so keen. Sure we like to get out there and get active, but we’re not seeking any adrenaline rush at the cost of our physical wellbeing if you know what I mean.

This plan has worked out pretty well for me so far. Dad carries me everywhere, and when Mom’s in a rush I hitch a plush ride on her hip. So I’ve proved I can walk, but for now, I’m sitting this one out!


I just have one thing to say today: I want my MOOOOOOOOOOOOMY!!!!!

Problem is, she’s not around. Last time I saw her we were all in the car and we drove up to some crazy building with loopy roads going in and out, she took a big bag out of the car, started crying like crazy, kissed me goodbye and that was it. She’s gone.

Dad said something about flying and somplace called San Francrisco but nothing makes sense to me because I’m too damn depressed to even think straight. It’s now Tuesday and I haven’t seen Mommy since Sunday morning. Can somebody please tell me what’s going on???????

Dad tried to distract me the other day with some photos from my birthday. I guess frosting is a pretty good pick-me-up. But it’s no Mommy.

Here I am with the birthday cupcakes:

Make a Wish!

I have to say the frosting was the best part.


Finger likin' good....

Mmmmm cupcakes. Almost makes me forget how much I miss my Mommy, NOT!!!!! Where IS she? If anyone knows where she is or when she’s coming back, please let me know!!! I don’t know if I can handle another day with Daddy. Don’t get me wrong, Daddy is great fun and takes great care of me, but his hugs just aren’t as, you know, soft.

She was last seen wearing a black and gray sweater, black glasses and jeans. Here’s the last photo we took of her, on the morning she disappeared. You can see I’m clearly too out of it to notice what’s going on:

Me and Mommy, little did I know...


Today I’m ONE YEAR OLD!!!!!! Yippppeeee!!!

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