Waiting for Papa-Henry.

Today when I woke up from my nap, mama suggested that we go outside and have a popsicle while we wait for papa to come home from work.

Of course, it was the polite thing to olbige her request.

Here's a close up of my tattoos. The tiger on my belly has rubbed off. The tribal tattoo that spans my back is starting to show wear, as is the spider on my chest. But my oldest tattoo- "Too cool to do drugs"- is holding on strong and hasn't even flaked a little bit after two weeks. Nama, is this really a fake tattoo or did you take Henry to the tattoo parlor in hopes of Henry always staying on the straight and narrow?

The only bad part about these popsicles is that the well in the base is very deep. Luckily there's a straw to sucks out all of the melted leftovers. Too bad pudding doesn't really get thin enough to suck up through a straw.

Tonight we went to check out the mall and go out to eat. What a mall! There was a carousel, and a bungee jump ride that mama was really excited about. There was also a playground that was really fun to play on that reminded us of the playground at Nama's mall!