Day 7 of Mommy in Ecuador

Yeah! Today is the last day I am stuck here with daddy. I am kind of getting sick of eating at McDonald's. I want mommy to come back so we can start having real meals again. I don't know why I am still sick with a cough.

Daddy is only fun for a couple of days, but he thinks he is funny all of the time. Since he doesn't keep me on a schedule like mommy we usually end up wrestling for several hours each day. Some days I have a nap, some days I do not. Some days I go to bed early, sometimes late. Daddy started putting me to bed before it gets dark, I am very upset about this and I think he is playing a trick on me. He keeps on saying something about moving the clocks forward...blah, blah, blah.

Yesterday I received a phone call from a long distance number. I am almost positive it was from Santa Claus, but daddy swore it was mommy. I really showed him though...immidiately I fell on the floor and started hitting myself in the face, all the while mumbling and drooling all over myself. I refused to talk to Santa if daddy wasn't going to tell me the truth. I can't wait to tell on him to mom, he will be in big trouble again.

I can't wait for mommy to come home, and Savvy keeps telling me she hates the crazy outfits daddy puts on her.