Daddy's Cold

Daddy has a cold! Mommy says it looks like his nose has

turned into a clown car with all sorts of things coming

out of it. Daddy calls Robitussin his "sweet, sweet friend."  

Mommy says he should be in a twelve step program, then 

daddy says "I've got twelve steps for you alright!"

This is my first drawing. In drawing daddy's cold I've 

eschewed the color blue that was so prevalent in the 

works of the great masters. Daddy says it's because I'm

a great artist, but I didn't use blue because I ate the blue

colored crayon.

Next stop Atlanta. 

Go Dawgs!

Cora " Basquiat " Elizabeth

Good Gifts / Bad Gifts

Now c'mon, why on earth would Uncle Max think that

a matte knife would be an appropriate gift for a baby.

Look at the photo, do I look amused? I won't have the 

strength to get the blade out until I'm six years old, and 

by then matte knives will be soooo retro. Uncle Max says 

that the matte knife is a metaphor for the war in Iraq. 

Mommy said it's more like a simile and daddy said it 

sounded like a homonym, then they had a few more drinks.

Now a good gift was the raggedy ann doll that Joan Blake

made for me, I love it because it has my name on it and

I'm trying desperately to brand myself at an early age.

I could definitely see a Cora Elizabeth fashion line.  It's my

goal to be an icon without really doing much.

No more matte knives.

Thanks,

Cora Elizabeth

August 22, 2008

My Pretty Cousin Mather

Last week Aunt Emily and Uncle Dan came to town and they 

brought their daughter Mather with them. She's a year and 

ten months old and is supposed to be very beautiful; I wouldn't 

know because I can only see eight inches in front of my face. 

As many of my readers know I've proclaimed myself to be the 

most beautiful child in the world. This creates a slight problem 

with the family dynamic - this kid is really supposed to have the 

goods, big blue eyes, the works. Fortunately daddy took a photo 

of the two of us together so you the public can decide.

It sure is a shame that it came out blurry - daddy has to work on

his f-stops.

Cora Elizabeth Pape (still the prettiest)

Why Mom and Dad Must Go

It was only a matter of time before mommy and daddy got caught

red handed. In the above photograph you can clearly see them 

trying to drown me! I was all alone having a lovely dream about

breast milk when the two of them grabbed me and said it was time

for my first bath. I have to tell you, this bath thing draws eerie 

parallels to what's going on at Gitmo. I took a stand and said no

to their little water boarding exercise, but that wasn't good enough.

Daddy wrestled me to the ground while mommy turned up the water,

I endured the torture for ten minutes before they realized that I 

probably didn't know anything.

I will dedicate my life to ending the barbaric practice that my parents

chose to foist on me - this thing they call a bath.

Fight the power.

Cora Elizabeth