Private InvEGGstigator

It was a lazy Saturday morning. I was lounging around, catching a snooze or two with Daddy and my pug buddies when the call came.

The local nursery had a mission for me. Many Easter eggs had been lost on their property. They needed someone to find the eggs - quickly.

The nursery sounded desperate. I grabbed the nearest cute basket and answered the call for help. Even though it was a cold morning, I knew they needed the best Private Inveggstigator in town. I couldn't let them down.



My intuition told me to start near the small trees. I just knew some of the eggs would be there.




I placed egg after egg in my basket. I could see why these eggs had been so elusive - they were hidden extremely well. It became obvious to me that they did not want to be found.


In my years of P.I. work, I've learned to be patient and think like the lost item. If I were an egg, where would I hide?



To those without my level of expertise, this might seem like an ordinary cinder block.

I knew better. You can run, Mr Egg, but you can't hide.

After ten excruciatingly difficult minutes of searching, my cute basket was full.

Mission complete.

The nursery was so satisfied with my P.I. work that they allowed me to keep some of the eggs. I shared some of the booty with Emmet.

Even though I was the one who endured the long search, I shared some more of the treasure with Daddy. I must be the most generous P.I. in the world.

While I may be a superior P.I., I was a novice at egg peeling. Daddy was nice enough to teach me how to peel the outer layer, revealing the scrumptious inner egg.

This moment made my morning's work worth the effort.

Everyone was so happy that I uncovered the mystery of the lost eggs that a kiss fest ensued.

Daddys kissed their daughters...

Pugs kissed their pug buddies...

Charlotte, Your Personal Bear Consultant

Have you ever been intimidated upon entering a Build A Bear Workshop?

Don't know where to begin?

Overwhelmed by the choices?

Discouraged by long lines?

Let me help!

Charlotte, Your Personal Bear Consultant

For a small fee, I will make you Build a Bear experience one that you'll never forget!




Although small in stature, I am not apprehensive about approaching the gigantic fluff machine.



After assisting you in choosing your animal (lions, tigers, bears, sheep, doggies, cows - oh my!), I walk right over to the fluffer and begin stuffing myself. No waiting in line with me - that's a guarantee!

Not only will you get to the front of the line at the fluff machine with me, you are also hiring the fastest foot this side of the Mississippi. I work that pedal like a racecar driver - even faster than my daddy!



I will also collaborate with you in adding any accessories to your animal. Oh look - cell phones are always a stylish and practical addition!












As your consultant, I will push my way through any crowd to get what you want. You want a barking sound added to your new dog friend? No problem!

Your new furry friend will never be cleaner after receiving a soothing, cleansing bath from me.

Don't you wish you could receive such personal attention at your own spa?

What animal would be complete without beautiful, chic ear bows? Not yours! I will spend whatever time it takes to help you choose the color and fit that flatter your bear best.



Too tired to carry your bear out to the car? No worries - I even provide concierge service!

Wanna walk around the mall and do some shopping after your Build a Bear experience? I'll even hang out with you and be your personal buddy as a way to unwind afterwards!

Famished after using all your energy to build your new friend? A complimentary McDonald's meal is always included with my services!

Planning a trip to Build A Bear soon? Give me a call.

1-800-PBC-BEST

Charlotte, PBC (Personal Bear Consultant)

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To my good friend Avery:

Thank you SOOOOOOOO much for inviting me to your super fun party. I had a great time.

To my boyfriend Evan:

I'm glad you're walking. Now you can try to chase me to give me a kiss!

What a great idea for a party, Auntie Amy! We all had an awesome morning!! Thank you!

Candy Girl

Everyone loved my Justin Timberlake dance so much that I thought I'd show you my newest choreography. Mommy taped me dancing to Christina Aguilera's "Candy Man" the other day. In this video, I demonstrate my pirouette prowess. Mommy says I spin so much lately that I should start figure skating.
Enjoy the video!

Shamrock Sharlotte

Dear Ronald McDonald,

Thank you so much for creating Shamrock Shakes. They are o'tasty, o'delicious, and o'so yummy. Even though it was very cold outside, your frothy, mint-licious concoction warmed my heart.

My plea to you is simple. Please offer Shamrock Shakes all year long. Why should we only be lucky enough to enjoy them only in March?

Love, Sharlotte O'Shamrock

At first I was a bit apprehensive. Mommy handed me a green, very cold cup. Did she expect my delicate hands to touch such frostiness?












It didn't take much coaxing to get me to take a test sip.

Mmmmmmmmm. Vanilla shake, a touch of mint...


Where have you been all my life?!


Take all the pictures you want, Mommy, but don't bother me. This shake knows it is tasty - it's making me work for it. Come on, cheek muscles - don't fail me now!







Frozen belly + icy mouth + numb tongue + sore cheeks =


Shamrock Shake Coma

Did you get YOUR Shamrock Shake today?!

Happy St. Patrick's Day!!!

Random lesson of the day:

Back in the 1970's, WAY before I was born, McDonald's had a character named Uncle O'Grimacey. He is the Irish uncle of Grimace. Uncle O'Grimacey resides in Ireland 11 months of the year, but comes to the U.S. to visit his nephew every March. He brings his obnoxiously delicious Shamrock Shake with him.

If you don't believe Mommy (she's the one who told me the story of the magical Uncle O'Grimacey), go to Wikipedia - she didn't make this up!!

Snow Bunny or Spring Chickadee?

Only a few short weeks ago, I was bundled up head to toe, traipsing through huge mounds of snow.

Today, off came the snowsuit and out came the spring outfit! Mommy and I went to the park for the first time this year.

I had just as much fun today as I did on Valentine's Day during the big snow storm. So now the only question is - am I a snow bunny or a spring chicakdee?

I went to the park a few times last fall, but this was the first time I could go up the slide steps all by myself. I couldn't contain my excitement when I reached the summit for the first time on my own!!

I'm Queen of the World!!!!!

All the big kids go up this way - let's see if it works for me.

Look, Mommy! My first stalker!

Which way should I go to get down? So many choices...

I just sent a very important message to the other side of the park using this secret message megaphone. Mommy says that I don't need a special megaphone for my voice to be heard on the other side of the park!

Fire Marshall Charlotte, at your service.

These warm spring days are VERY tiring - even more so than the snow days. This morning I had my playtime at the library. After that I helped Mommy take Emmet and Trixie on a loooooong walk (Mommy thought we killed Trixie after we got home - when Trix woke up a few hours later, we realized that we hadn't killed her after all.) Once my nap was over, we were off to the park for more playtime. Just thinking about all that makes me want to sit here on this slide and rest.

All I Need To Know About Life I Learned From Emmet

Emmet might not be the brightest bulb, but he has taught me a lot about life. Here are a few of the lessons I have learned from him.

Everyone (human, canine, feline, bovine...) deserves to get lots of kisses.

Always be a good listener.

Cuddling is always a good idea.


Try to look at things from someone else's perspective.

Share - even if that means giving up your beloved cheese crackers.

Even if something looks impossible (like fitting under the futon with your big, bulky snow boots), keep trying and don't give up.

Be proud of your accomplishments (like somehow getting back out from under the futon with your big, bulky snow boots).

Always be available to lend a helping hand (or push) to a friend in need.

Be patient (especially when you have to wait five minutes for your sled dog to realize it's easier to pull from the front than from the back).

Always have a special place to meet with friends.

Another lesson Emmet has taught me is to send congratulations where it is due. CONGRATULATIONS to Mommy and Daddy's friends Chad and Negar back in Ohio. They had a beautiful, healthy baby girl last Wednesday. Her name is Elise - I love having that as my middle name, I am sure she will love having it as a first name. I hope I get to meet the adorable new baby!

PS - I love you, too, Trixie, and didn't mean to shut you out of this blog post. If you would only let me get near you, I'd probably learn a lot from you, too!!