christmas came early for the big d!

christmas is a fun time. i got lots of presents so far and mommy and daddy said it isn't even christmas yet. i got a cool sleeping bag from unkiah and aunt sherri and thomas the train underpants from tiff and jason and a bunch of money, but i don't understand that. it just gets hung up on the fridge under a magnet. oh, and santa visited us early. you can't even believe what santa brought me! are you ready?! you are never going to believe this----yo i got a BIG BOY BED!!!!!!!!!! with a thomas blanket. there is a dresser and a night stand and a stool to get in and out. i don't know how santa got it in the house. i was so excited about it....i couldn't sleep. so, last night there were a lot of tears. mommy and dad left the crib in my room and kept saying "it's okay to sleep in your crib if you want---you get to sleep wherever you want" so i told them i wanted to sleep in the hall. i guess they meant ALMOST anywhere i wanted. oh, i couldn't sleep im mommydaddy's bed either. so the choice was the big boy bed or the crib. i wanted to sleep in that bed so bad. so, after a good healthy round of tears, i finally fell asleep in the big boy bed. and the coolest part was when i woke up this morning...i just got out and went to mommydaddy's room and got mommy up. ALL BY MYSELF. yessirybob. i was unable to sleep in my big boy bed for my nap today, but i am shooting for sleeping there tonight. i don't know why i have the crib and the bed in there. and i don't know why the big people tell me i an sleep in my crib if i want. they are weird. maybe santa didn't ask them before he brought it in and they really want to keep me in the crib. this is so pansy toddler bed, folks, this is an honest to god big boy bed. oh yeah. how can christmas get better?

we had a dress rehearsal for the christmas pageant today. i don't even want to talk about it.

mommy is a camel.

so. christmas is coming. this is a little exciting to me because, well, i don't exactly know what it is. i know i am going to get a very cool thing called "coal" because my parents have told me this several times. i don't know what coal is, but i am pretty psyched to find out. it's got to be a cool thing, right? my parents have put up a christmas tree. i thought it was cool when they first put it up because, well, there was a tree in the house. then one day, i woke up and ther were beautiful lights and ornaments on it. i asked if santa brought them and mommy said yes. me and my parents have a difference of opinion, however in how one treats a christmas tree. i think it is big fun to pull off ornaments and drag off garland while the parents feel pretty strongly that one should leave them alone. it's not that i want to be naughty (heh heh, no really, i DON'T) but come ON i'm 2! what do you expect. i notice after breaking several ornaments that each day, it seems less and less of the tree is decorated. in fact, it is almost only decorated on the top half. it's okay. i have a higher reach than mommy and daddy realize.

so, these days i am super duper into trains. i heard mommy saying it is going to be a "thomas christmas" and i don't quite know what that means either. but i am not stupid. i know thomas is a train. i also really like penguins and beautiful things. i think a lot of things are beautiful. the other day i took a beautiful nap. i have a beautiful cat, mommy is beautiful and the day is beautiful. i like to say "it's a beautiful day outside today" because when i do, mommy gets all weird and it cracks me up.

yesterday i went and saw santa. i mean, i really saw SANTA. the real deal, man, not a picture. the real guy. yup. at the mall. i have asked daddy to scan the picture so i can post it here to prove that i really saw him. a lot of the kids were in cute red sweaters and fancy hairdos, but i was in my yellow shirt and brown cords. i am not sure my shirt was clean. however, alot of those kids who's mommies dressed them up to see the big guy cried like wussies and never got the picture. me, i just ran up to santa, sat on his lap and told him i was behaving and that i wanted a blue train. i am so badass.

i am also very excited because my auntie karen is coming to visit soon. (my crazy best friend who wants to put me in dresses. yes. i said crazy. accept it auntie. embrace it) well, okay, truth be told....even tho i love her so much, i don't have real real real clear memories of her....but mommy is so excited, so it is making me excited. i know she is the coolest person ever. i can't wait to see her. it's going to be very cool. i am going to have her give me juice and cookies and wine.

also, i am going to be a king in a church xmas pageant. mommy is going to be a camel. god i hope someone takes pictures.

one more funny story before i go. the other day i was taking a bath and i wrapped myself up in the shower curtain and i said "i am in a elevator" and i went up and down and then i opened the doors and closed the doors. then i said, "i go peepee in the elevator" then i assumed the position and peed. it was so fun. what i loved most about it was that i said it and THEN i did it. i didn't do it and then say it. there is a profound difference. hopefully mommy hasn't caught on to that sublety yet because then it's going to be on the potty all the time. i would much rather pee in the tub. one of my favorite books, "green eggs and ham" has sam-i-am sitting in the potty, reading a newspaper. i told mommy, "sam-i-am is on the potty, trying to go peepee. or maybe poops" mommy thinksi am very smart.

well, okay then. bed time.

PS don't try to tell me the guys name isn't sam-i-am. they can both be sam-i-am.

i have a lot to say

however, it feels imperative to document that at this moment, right now i have discovered the new funnest thing ever. presently it involves ducky crackers (like goldfish) but i suspect we will branch out to other things. in fact, mommy is looking away so she doesn't encourage me by laughing. what is this new hobby, you ask?! STICKING THINGS UP MY NOSE! YAY!!!!!!! i will post the less significant things soon. fun fun fun

first haircut

well, my genius parents didn't get any good halloween pictures of my adorable self as a scarecrow, but today i got my very first ever haircut. daddy insisted. mommy didn't want to do it.

this picture is me in the kitchen. dada calls it my trailer park picture. i can see why




here are my beutiful wonderful curls....


say goodbye cornsilk curls


this is easy

eeeu why would she save it???

oh yeah. i am hot

soon.....FART JOKES

i realized the other day i completely forgot to cover halloween. and i will. soon. but first i have to tell you how clever i am. the teacher told mommy that i was one of the brightest kids in the class. pretty freaking impressive when you consider that it is a class of 2 year olds--many close to 3 and some un-potty trained 3 year olds.anyways, she thinks i am smart because i know my colors and talk clearly and know what an octopus is. big whoop. i'll tell ya why i'm so smart.

there is a song i like called cows, right? and there is the line "cows....we're remarkable cows..." it's a great song. so, a little while ago i sang (get this. oh i wish you knew the tune) "poop....we're remarkable poopie...." oh my god i slay me! do people say that? yup. genius.

a post just to have a post

sure has been a while since i've posted. i was looking over some of my old posts. i guess i blew the potty thing out of proportion. not a whole lot of interest in it. i mean, it's fun to sit in it and get a reaction from mommy when i stick my hand in the potty water, which for some reason she hates. but otherwise.....eehh, potty shmotty. who has time?

meanwhile, i am getting cuter and more adorable and of course, smarter, by the minute. especially since now i am a Big Boy and not a baby. here are some things i enjoy: singing. i love to sing and i know the words to many many songs. of course, i still love my balls. my 2 favorite things, and have been for a while, are still going out side, number 1 and playing with my trains. and i have been pretty into building houses with my blocks lately too. but outside and trains are where it's at man. oh i still love the old backhoes too. i have become a pickier eater and really enjoy throwing my food. it's all about the reaction i get from the big people. i mean, why else would i throw perfectly good food that i like? dad's reaction is usually funner than mom's. a lot of time mom takes me out of my seat, makes me pick up what i threw and puts me back in my seat. dad, on the other hand gets all flustered and mad. love it.

they have a punishment that has lost its ooomph quicker than The Wall, and that is The Gate. i get the gate for hitting, biting and pinching. i don't like it but it's not that bad. so i cry a bit to make them think i am upset then after my 2 minutes is up they pick me up and kiss me and i tell them i am sorry and then sometimes i stop and sometimes we play the bite-gate-sorry game over and over. altho NOW i see that they are starting to take away a toy and THAT i DO NOT like.
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so my friend miss michelle came to visit me from new york and i really liked her. i asked for her for several days after she left. i hope she comes back to visit. and another one of mommy's best friends might come at the holidays, and she is excited about that. even i remember crazy auntie karen!!!!!!! well, i have to go because i just do. don't make me lose character and be mommy.

it was NOT an accident

so, i asked mommy to sing my favorite song, "bumble bee" (as in "bringing home my baby....") and mommy said, "i will sing it if you sit on the potty" which is strange, because she never asked me to do that before. so, there we were...i think it was during, "i'm smushing up my baby bumble bee" and i went pee pee in the potty!! of course, i did it on purpose. i knew what i was doing the whole time. in fact, i asked her to sing "bumblebee" because i HAD to take a leak. so, you see, it is really no big deal. mommy and daddy were hugging me and clapping me and mommy screached a lot, which was pretty embarrasing because all the windows are open. thanks mom. now the whole neighborhood knows i went to see a man about a horse. what am i going to do with her? well, i love her. she's a good egg overall.

so, that is my big news of the day. AND i got --not one-- but 2 fugciscles out of the deal. how cool is that?????? then i tried to tell mom i didn't want to put any diapers back on, but she strongly disagreed.

i am liking going to lisa's house. mom and dad keep telling me that it is my new school, but i like calling it lisa's house. i have one teacher, lisa and my main teacher is felicia. there are a lot of classrooms at lisa's house. and a new playground.

and mommy comes home very happy every day now that she has a new job. i like it when she is happy. i like it when she comes home and i am not ready for bed already. we get to have dinner together.

everything is good. except i hear i have to be a chicken again for halloween if the costume still fits. a good egg she is, but lazy. i wanted to be strawberry shortcake.

september wasn't BAD, just stressful

wow. it had been a loooong time since i've posted anything. it's a big old bummer, too because this has been a busy, eventful month and to post now would surely leave out some of the best juicy details.

for one thing, i turned 2. yup. i am now all grown up. i even ask to drink from a big boy cup sometimes. this is a cup that doesn't have a spout and lid on the top. i had a party at jungle rapids and i got a lot of very cool presents. i liked the party well enough but it kind of stressed me out because there were a bunch of people i knew, but none of them from jungle rapids, so i didn't know what to expect. my baby sitter was there and i thought mamma and dada were going to leave me. then there was a kid from school....but i wasn't in school....and some kids from church but we weren't in church. and my grandparents were there and who the hell knows WHERE they came from. they just showed up. i don't know. it was very confusing. and all the other kids wanted to play with MY balloon and it was MY balloon and i just didn't want to share it. and even the presents were a bit overwhelming. see, the problem was, all the gifts i got were super-duper cool. so, i would open one, get all excited and want to play with it and then have to open a different one. but then THAT one would be really cool and i would want to play with that and i don't know, it was very tiring. the only thing that was not overwhelming or hard to understand was the cake. i love cake. i love birthday cake. my cake had a train on it and i loved it. don't tell my mom that the party was kind of tough on me because i over heard her saying "i think he really enjoyed it, don't you?" and well, look, i am just a bit young for that kind of excitement i think. so just keep it between us, okay?

and i guess september was treat-your-kid-like-a-trained-monkey month. we went to new york, and i will talk about the plane later. but we saw nona and poppy and uncle dave and uncle dan and aunt sonnie and uncle tom and uncle elliott and aunt sherri. we stayed at uncle dave's houlse. i like that uncle dave. he didn't make me show off. so first of all we spent waaaaaaaaay to much time in the car. i coudn't take naps unless i fell asleep in the car and that messed me up. at home i have very specific nap times and nap routines and just like my daddy, i like my routines!!!! there was just so much driving around. and then, mamma and dada were making me do and say things to the people we visited. "look what he can do? isn't he smart? look what he can say, that's our little genius!" on and on and on. go give this one a kiss, that one a kiss. lookit---do YOU go around kissing people you hardly know? yeah, how do i know these people won't hug me and then run away with me away from my mommy? how do i know they don't have cooties? i mean, come ON. i was forced to kiss and hug people all freaking weak. and that was just people i am apparently related to. they weren't even mom's friends because we didn't get a chance to see any of them. i will admit, i really liked spending time with these relative-type people, but the showing off and the kissing and the driving (oh god the driving!) was just a bit much.

then, the minute we got back from new york, my grandparents came to visit. i remembered them from before. my gramma wears pretty earrings and my papa will read me the same story over and over again. so they are okay in my book. except, when i was sent to The Wall, they didn't rescue me. i don't know about that. i was reading over the How To Be A 2 Year Old manual (which i have memorized because i am a genius) and there was a chapter on grandparents always giving you your way and extra cookies and stuff. so, i don't know about that. but they are good to have around anyways.

i went on an airplane. i got to preboard. i behaved very well--perfectly and it was one of the greatest experiences of my life. i love flying in a plane a lot. not as much as trains or backhoes, but more than riding in a car. i loved it so much. the same amount, no maybemore than riding on the bike. i want to fly in a big airplane every day. mommy does NOT like flying. but, we all know she is a strange one.

and i started a new school. i like it quite a bit. they serve their own food there, which bothers mommy, but they have a cool class room and i like the teachers and we go outside, which is my favorite thing more than airplanes. maybe not trains. i like taking my train out side. mommy is bothered by the menu they serve (someone PLEASE tell her i really don't like tofu and i DO like chicken nuggets) because it isn't as HEALTHY as what she makes. i don't know. they serve do nuts and ice cream. they do not serve anything with tofu in it. and there is no organic there either. i am not sure what organic is, but i know mommy makes me eat it a lot.

i will save my latest skills and talents for another post because this one is getting too long. we have been listening quite a bit to "dog train" which is our (mine and mamma and dada's) favorite cd. my favorite sons are "no no no" and "don't give me that broccolli" i sing that song whenever i eat broccolli, but i actually love broccolli. it is one of my favorite foods. too bad they dont' serve it at school. yeah, it really breaks my heart. i think mom tries to sneak some broccolli in my eggs one day because she was afraid i wouldn't get enough vegetables at That School.

i saw miss hattie, my teacher from my other school (my last day was thursday and now it's saturday) at sears today. she was trying to love on me and everything, but i ignored her. why? because how do i know she didn't have something to do with making me go to a new school? i love her and now she isn't my teacher any more so it is best if we just not pretend to be be friends, you know?

well, i am a LOT smarter now that i am 2 and can do a lot of things, but i should really save it for another post. i can jump with BOTH feet off the ground. my doctor said i have the verbal skills of a 3 year old. i can sing about 3845 songs. i told you i read the whole 2 year old manual, right? oh yeah! meltdown city, baby! i got it down PAT. the throwing things, the loud crying, the insanely embarassing (well, embarassing to someone!) behavior in public. poking, hitting, biting. i can do it all. oh yes. the glory of being 2. i shall embrace it. i shall be it. all of it. it's all mine anyways. all of it. anything i want. mine. if you have it and i want it: mine. yup. hahahahahahahahahaha i love my life.

one last thing: mommy got a new job and she loves it very much but she goes to work every day. but she is happier when she gets home and has less cooties and other people's poo on her.

yay dada!

so guess what! DA-DA's HOME!!!!!!!!!!!! finally!!!!!! we picked him up from his airplane business trip on saturday. (that was like a year, i think) i was so excited, i couldn't sleep at all. i was sitting in mama-dada bed and kept going "hi dada. hello dada" i was so happy to see him. we have been having fun since he got home.

i hear mama and dada talking about sending me to a new school. i am not sure i like that, so i will just ignore them and keep going to my same school.

mama and dada are quizzing me a lot. that is, they are talking to each other in letters. i think they are trying to help me learn to spell. for example, one of them said to the other, "we have to write out the invitations to j-u-n-g-l-e-r-a-p-i-d-s for his birthday party" what the hell is that??? i don't really like it, because i would rather get my learnin' from school, but you can't tell those people anything. maybe they are just jealous because i can sing b-i-n-g-o.

mama said i am going on an airplane in a few days. i think a few days is the same as a year, so i am not going to worry about it. besides, it doesn't make sense. i don't have a job, so there are no business trips for little kids, which is what you do on a plane. also, she said we are going to see "nona and poppy" but they are in the phone, so it just makes no sense. i know they are in the phone because, HELLO, that's where i talk to them.

mama can be pretty exasperating at times, as you can tell. i just didn't realize dada would be that way too. he's not as bad, but they both pretty much drive me nuts. so, thanks for reading. more later big people, time to wave bye-bye!

the sounds of myoooozik

songs i can sing that other people can recognize them for what they are: all versons of "WHEELS ON THE BUS", "bringing home my babby bumble bee", "b-i-n-g-o anf bingo was his name o" and then i made up a song. can 23 month old babies make up songs? i did. wanna hear it? it goes like this (in b flat major, allegro) "sing some songs sing some songs read a book, read a book" it has a catchy tune.

what are you, a comedian? why yes, yes i am.

so, mommy made something called "chicken and parmedean ravioli" for dinner, but SHE called it "ravioli pillows". so, i made her laugh when i put the ravioli on my cheek and said "night night" she didn't understand at first, so i had to do it again and said "time for night night on the pillow". i slay me sometimes. i am just so freakin witty, i can't even get over myself.

mommy post

so, the little angel is asleep in his crib. no pj's (a potientially large mistake), spread out face down with his arms stretched out. exhausted, the poor dear. but wait, don't get too close or you will smell the faint smell of.....puke.

it's been a rough one. pickd him up from day care extra early yesterday because i was really missing him since i didn't really see him all weekend. well, he was cranky and whiney and just, well, lets say i was reconsidering the merit of my earlier decision to pick him up early. i thought he was being a turd because i messed up his routine---he LOVES his routine. he was just difficult all night. even on the phone with the grandparents i mentioned he was being difficult today.

it's distressing because in genreal, he is not a difficult child. he is getting into the whole "two's thing" and he is certainly more difficult than he USED to be, there are sure moments, but in general he is a sweet good kid. on the rare occasions he gets like this, i immediately think "oooh this is the new donovan. it must be a developmental thing. oh no, we are stuck with this monster of a kid forever" however, 100% of the time when he acts unrecognizable icky, he is sick!

it took me a while to get to that. he didn['t sleep last night. but, there was no fever, no complaints of booboos, really no indication besides crying and whining (and crying without tears which i take less seriously, until i worry about dehydration).. tossed and turned and whined all night.

then the non stop crying for hours. well, i was supposed to have my 3rd interview at zimmer today (yes, third---whateve---this is donovan's blog, i won't go there here). i had decided something is not only wrong, but VERY wrong and i had to take him to the doctor immediately. let's see, i had diagnosed him with acute kidney failure (i couldn't remember the last peepee diaper and there were no tears in his crying) then i was sure he had that plum pit stuck in him and he would need a temporary colostomy to repair the damage it was going to his intestines. then i considered some rare musculo-sketelal disorders, i am not sure what my rational was there. but he was crying and it was an emergency.

fortunately, these pediatricians we have just walk on water as far as i'm concerned. they are excellent with the kid, amazing at dealing with crazy moms while making her feel that she did the absolute right thing by bringing him in (even tho once, it was several mosquito bits and not the allergic hives reaction i swore it was). actually, the doc also seemed concerned. she was even talking about getting a ct of his abdomen and stuff. i don't know why she did a throat culture since he has had no fever and she said his throat wasn't even red. well, she comes back a few minutes later saying he had a raging strep infection and is probably feeling terrible. a shot of pennicilin later, we are in the grocery store buying popsicles, which he loved. he barfed 4 or 5 times which i guess is normal for little kids and babies with strep. he did barf on the doctor, but she stuck a q-tip down his throat so what do youexpect.

more tomorrow. gotta go to work and i am sleepy.

oh the reason for the no pj's and the puke smell is that he fell asleep at 5:30 and his bed time routine doesn't even start till 8. so, even tho he isn't convered in puke, the is a reminiscence. and he happened to had just had a diaper change before crashing so he had no clothes on. i didn't have the heart to wake him up, hopefully, since my ultra-regimented son sleeps 9 hours a night, he won't wake up at 1:30 ready for the day. oh god help me.

a rather eventful day (said in the voice of pooh)

hey--guess what! i got a potty!!!!!!! MY VERY OWN POTTY!!!!!!! i can't believe how excited i am! i kept going in the bathroom and sitting on it. most of the time i had my diaper on, but sometimes it was off. mommy says i should just have fun sitting on it. i did pee on it once. not in it, on it. but it IS my first day. momma kept the bathroom door open so i could go it whenever i wanted. then, at bed time, she closed the door and i was whining and pushing the door open telling her i wanted to sit on donovan's little potty but she said "tomorrow" oh man, i just can't believe i have my own potty.

and tonight, in the bath, mommy decided i should start learning to drink from a big boy cup so she decided the best place would be in the bath tub. now, i really love to drink bath water. look, don't knock it till you try it, okay? there is the added bonus of it bugging the crap out of mom. but mommy made me something called camomille tea and said i could practice drinking in the tub. it was pretty good, but then i realized it was MORE fun to dump the tea into the water and then....drink the bath water! mommy said she hadn't decided whether this experiment was a success or a failure, because when i drank from the cup, i did very well and spilled little--tea OR bath water.

oh yeah....i made mommy completely fuh-REAK out today. she gave me a plum and then she couldn't find the pit, which she usually snags from me pretty early on and i told her "yes" when she asked if i swallowed it. (i say "yes" to many questions i don't understand so i don't look dumb) so she called the hospital to see if i was going to be okay, because they have pointy edges that can cut my intestines (yeah, i have no idea what i am saying here, just repeating what the crazy old lady was saying) and she said she was SURE i was going to need emergency surgery because she didn't think i could pass the pit without harming my insides. while she was waiting for the nurse to call back she found the pit. she said she is going to keep it as a reminder to be more careful.

fortunately, the pit-lady has to work this weekend. it has been 2 weeks since i have seen my fiance, tiffani, but she will be spending the weekend with me while i have the house to myself. just don't tell megan. i can't help it if i'm a playah, yo---the ladies love me!

daddy is coming home soon!

PS: we got a new kitchen table and kitchen chairs and mommy wouldn't let either of us touch it. she was saying something like "something in this damn house is going to stay clean for one day" i'm not sure but i think "damn" is one of those words, like "foul ass" that if i say, it gets a big reaction from mommy. i was just agreeing with mom while she was changing my diaper. mommy swears (um, yeah) she is trying to watch her mouth. she's trying, i know she is. it's cute, really.

auntie karen's going to a tofu festival.

i won't even address the title. what needs to be said? mamma puts it in my mac and cheese like i don't know.

so, these days, i want to sleep with the light on. i'm not afraid of the dark---i'm not afraid of anything (well, maybe when the vacuum gets turned on, fortunately, that rarely happens), i just want the light on. just because i do. don't go saying i'm afraid of the dark either. i just like to keep an eye on things when i wake up at night. make sure my stuff is still in the same place. i have everything where i want it. books in a pile, bath towel on the floor. i like it that way. i have conceded to wearing my pajama shirt. that was a phase.

my vocabulary as well as my ability to create complex sentences out of complex thoughts continues to grow and astound mamma (and everyone around me) and for the second time, i actually answered a question 2 days ago. i mean, with an answer, not a yes or no like i have been to do for years. i was crying, my babysitter who is really my teacher, had just left and mamma said, "what's wrong??? why are you crying??" and i said "miss megan go bye bye" i mean, i am still planning on marrying tiffani, but that megan has some mad book reading skills and i was really enjoying it and didn't want her to leave. besides, i was pretty mad at mom. every so often these days she drops me off at school before they open (i mean, we have to wait around for someone to come unlock the door), then, i stay there even after all the other kids are gone, and my teacher, who closes the school, takes me to my house in her car. then i hang out with her and she gives me my bath and all that till mamma gets home. it's hard because i am glad she came home--i keep thinking she might never come back. but then i am so mad at her. but i don't let her know i am glad she is home. i don't look at her, or talk to her, i just instruct megan to continue reading my book. i figured out that was why mamma was putting me in day time clothes sometimes at night. because she just takes me out of my crib and puts me in the car seat before i even know what hit me. i love school and i am learning a lot (i can pick out ANYTHING blue and i know a few letters and i can sing "wheels on the bus" a song mamma didn't even know) but i think that for a child my age, that is too long to be at school. i have said before that mamma does things that aren't good, and so far my pleas for help have been ignored. i mean, isn't there someone who can give HER a time out at the Wall for being naughty? where is HER mommy? i think HER mommy should give her The Wall for making me stay at school so long, staying away from ME so long, not letting me go outside when i tell her i want to. and don't even get me started on dada. i will make mamma give HIM the Wall when he gets back for staying away so long.

well, i forgot what i was going to write about. this wasn't it. so, thanks for stopping by and reading this.

PS mommy said she is going to buy me a potty

aah fantasies

mommy is worried about me. she said she needs to find a book about people my age, because she doesn't know what to make of me. am i crazy (a distinct possibility considering my parents) a genius (also a possibility) or just a drama queen (not sure where that would come from)


now, mommy is always worried about me so i can't worry about mommy's wory of the moment. i have bveen complaining of a lot of specific boo boos lately. today in the bath i said i had a tummy ache. see, mom hasn't taught me that word and i don't hear her using it to describe herself, so she's all freaking out about do i really have a tummy ache and made me show her where i thought my ache was (um, i pointed to my tummy). then she started bitchin about not drinking the bath water because that won't help the tummy ache. but it did, mom. it helped. it was exactly what i needed. you drink tea sometimes. my infusion was warm steeped lavender soap with pee pee essence. i love it, it's my favorite. that is why i am always sucking the washclothes.

then there was a block on thr floor and mommy asked me to put it away and there was an "H" on the side facing up, so i said "aych" and mama was like "huh!!!!" say that again, what is thaT? who told you that ? oooooh. i remembered the "H" i didn't know any other letters she flung at me after saying one right. she is so freaking weird. she got all weird when the timer when off on the microwave and i said "ok to open microwave" and she was like "hey, i never taught you that word! you are a genius! "oh and on and on she went. ahe ahould be smart enought to know that i LISTEN to everything. i spit things back that i remember when appropriate. now, i might be a genius indeed. however, i just don't think these little tricks qualify.
mamma repeated the trick she did several days ago: packing lots of food and dressing me in comfy day clothes to put me to bed. well, here we go again. only this time i know what's up. she is going to take me fully dfressed, befoere i wake up into the cvar and bring me to school where i get to spend 12 hours and 15 minutes there. then my teacher, ms. megan (mmmmmmmmmmm ms. megan.)
















oh sorry. i was just thinking about ms megan and forgot myself. anyways, i bring ms. megan back to my place after school and we have a little dinner, a little whine, nice bubble bath.....then it's off to bed. oh yeah. i mean, after i put away my books and brush my teeth. shut up. i am NOT too young to think like that. she rocks me to sleep and then i see her again the next day. hopefully momomy comes home before i am asleep.

i DON'T have a problem.

so for the last 2 nights whilst getting PJ's on, i have insisted on not wearing a top. i don't know how other 22 month old kids communicate, but i made my point loud. and. clear. no shirt. shorts. socks, if you insist (mom thinks because HER feet are always cold then mine must be, too, so it's socks at the oddest time). no shirt.

mom said she was putting on PJ's but i noticed that they weren't really PJ's, they were more like sweat shorts and a t shirt (as you know, the t shirt stayed off). i didn't completely understand why she would dress me in day time clothes when she just bought me a bunch of new PJ's. hmmmmm. i am suspicious, she also packed 2 days worth of breakfasts, lunches, several snacks and dinners. something is definitely up.

i like drugs. yeah. it's true. i do. look, don't knock it till you have tried any brand of children's motrin, okay? i saw mom chugging out of the children's benedryl once--she won't let me have that, but i have a connection and i am gonna get hooked up, man. till then, it's motrin. i have it figured out, too. last night she gave me motrin because she said i felt "warm". well, tonight, in the bath, i pulled my hair and said i had a booboo in my hair and i needed medicine. i really said that. (it sounded like "oooow, gah boo boo in da hah. need meh-sin?) mamma was like, "well um, don't pull your hair, goof ball" so, then i pulled out my ace in the hole. i started tugging on my ear and said "gah boo boo in da eeeah" since i am prone to ear infections, i know homegirl doesn't mess around with ear stuff. yup. got my motrin. suckah!

last night, when i wanted MORE motrin, after i got the first dose, i said i had a boo boo in the eye. mom said i was full of balony and just wanted more medicine and medicine was serious stuff, not dessert. so, i didn't get more. then, when i got to school today, one of my teachers said "what is wrong with his eye? look, it looks like he has a little bit of a black eye?"

i am almost 2 years old. i have been around the block--holding mom's hand, but still, it counts. i know how to man-ip-u-late a situation, especially when it comes to the old lady's guilt. that eye boo boo should be good for a few doses. unless she reads this and is on to me. i also said i had a back boo boo yesterday which freaked mom out a little because she thought it was odd that i would actually put my hand on my back and day "oooh, got a boo boo on the back"

i can stop the motrin whenever i want.

PS: tiffani combed my hair the other day so now mom started combing my hair, all parted on the side and i think i look like that booger-eating kid on the simpson's. this will not be tolerated.

i can articulate all kinds of feelings. mmmm feelings

woke up at 4am. wouldn't stop crying. as you may know, i don't cry very much at all, so it is distressing to mom and me when i do. even when she held me i didn't stop crying. sometimes i don't know how to say what is wrong with me. i am pretty good at saying if i have a booboo or if i want something, but sometimes i have things i can't say. finally, i stopped crying and became happy when mom turned on the light. mommy thinks i have suddenly become afraid of the dark. she asked ms. hattie, one of my teachers, if she thought that was the case. ms. hattie said "is his dad still gone" which he is and she said, "well, get a night light and give him a picture of his dad and see what happens. so, mamma left on the hall light and kept my door open and she printed out 4 pictures of dada, and put them in a binder for me. i have been very fussy in general the last 2 days. i am crying and whining a lot and being naughty. i don't know why. i am not feeling very good lately in some way. but i don't know in what way. i don't like it and neither does mommy.

this wasn't a very clever or funny entry. but sometimes i have serious business on my mind. mom said she thinks i get upset because i don't know how to ar-TIC-you-late my feelings. but, i don't think that is true, because sometimes i like to feel, well, never mind, i better quit while i am ahead.

mommy post

well, it's official. donovan is always bragging about his vocabulary and his ability to say new things. i knew there would come a day--and i knew it would be soon--when i had to start watching my mouth. you know. little pitchers and all that shit---ooops, i mean stuff. that day is today (dum DUM DUUUUUUUMMMMMM)

so today, he dumps over his bowl of cottage cheese. so i say (as per usual) "dammit donovan!" and clean it up. well, he decides that now is a good time to day dammit. over and over, of course. "dammit dammit dammit dammit" ha ha. then, when i was relaying the story to someone on the phone, he started jumping around saying "dammit dammit"

okay. so mommy gets to wash her mouth out.

then. well, this is kind of funny. he comes up to me and said "got poops" which is what he has been saying lately, which he may have told you makes me very happy because even though i am in no hurry to potty train per se, certainly recognizing caca in the pants is a good first step in the process. so, i looked down his drawers and saw no poop. so i said, "no poop. you must have just farted" so what do you think the big d says? "no poop. just fart" and let me tell you he said "fart" like a pro. he got that "efff" sound very clear and, unlike most little-kid words, the "r" sound was quite distinct as well. "fffaarrrrrt" so much of what he says is clear only in context or if you know him well. not this time. clear as a bell. no poop, just fart.

now i am not advocating in teaching the young ones to swear. i don't even want to imply that i think it is cute. we will certianly nip this. but, all firsts are worth mentioning and i am sorry---call cps for my thinking it's funny, but dammit---er--i mean, darn it all---it was funny.

take me to the mall, chomp

so i got The Wall in public today. yeah. i hit mom while we were in the co op. she took me out of the cart, found an actual wall in the grocery store--by the milk--and made me stand there. we are pretty sure no one else noticed. i thought about screaming, but then thought the better of it. i also got The Wall twice for biting at home AND i wasn't allowed to have any blueberries AND i wasn't allowed to finish watching the brother bear movie mom rented for me. brother bear is one of my favorite books. i didn't know they made movies out of books. i would have liked to have seen it. did you ever think i might be teething, mom and i am having achies and painies? didja? huh?

today me and mom crosed paths in the kitchen and slightly bumped into our arms or something--no big geal, so i said "oh, sorry, my fault" mom thought that was cute--she had never heard me say that before, so i said "sorry, my fault" several times just to make up for making her mad at me for biting.

then i asked to go to the mall today. yes i did. and when she said no, i said, "Please please go mall" i don't see why it is strange that i wanted to go to the mall. i didn't really. i was just showing off my vocabulary. i saw the mall, so i asked to go.just showing off.

i have to work on this biting thing. i am starting to really really not like time out at The Wall.

oh the genius that i am. you will all bow to me someday. ooo-oooh-ooo-ah-AH-AAAH

well....just got home from the trip to gramma and papa's. i was a very good boy on both ends of the trip, if i do say so myself. i mean, it took about 586 hours to get there and even longer to get back because mom had to stop at the outlets. oh, we didn't stay long. i made sure of that. mommy left the coach outlet in a big hurry (but i was only doing what dad told me to do in that store) altho, i admit it, i had fun carrying bags around. i could say "oooh, this is a big bag" or "oh, this is a little bag". the lady in the eddie bauer store did not seem to be amused with me or impressed with my cuteness the way most people are. she even suggested to mom (ha ha) that i should probably be in a stroller. mom made me apologise to the lady for being naughty. that seemed to help. oh, THIS was impressive to mom:

mom discovered that for SURE i know the color blue. she had a suspicion, but i made way too many references to blue things that were acutally blue. neither me nor mom know when kids are supposed to start recognizing colors, so we are just going with the "genius" theory. but that was actually a segueway. in the eddie bauer store, i floored mom AGAIN when we were in the dressing room and she was trying on some shirts. i said, "oh, a purple shirt" and indeed, she was trying on a purple shirt. i almost thought i was in trouble, because she was like "who taught you purple? how to do you know purple" and i wanted to be like, um, i mean, yellow, those are nice yellow, um PANTS, yeah. purple shirt? what purple shirt? but it turns out she was just surprised and happy at, you guessed it, my genius.

is anyone else concerned at the pressure this woman might inadvertently be putting on me by convincing me that i am a genius? i mean, somehow that is going to come back to haunt all of us. and if i don't get a brother or sister, then i am going to have to be the genius AND the athlete AND etc. we are going to have to talk to mom about doing something about this.

anyways, back to my genius. more things mom discovered i could do and say over the weekend.

~~say gramma and grand pop. only for me, it is binna (accent on the BIN) and papa. those old folks are AWESOME. they read me stories--lots of them---played with me---showed me golf balls and dominoes and gave me lots of hugs. i can't wait to see them again.

~~say "this" as in, "open this" "move this" "take this outside" think about it. "this" is kind of a tough concept. but not for me

~~say "right here" as in "sit right here by mama" "put this truck right here" "sit down right here"

~~ say "play" as in "go outside to play" "go to park to play" "papa go outside and play" these are all things i have actually said. i don't care if you are not impressed -maybe YOUR kid said these things at 18 months, maybe he came out talking. i am still a genius. yes i am. i AM. yes! I! AM! Moooooooooooom!!!!!!!

~~say "want some" this is particularly cute. now, when i want whatever mom is eating or drinking and i want a taste, i say "want some" but, i say it like a question. the reason i do this is because every time mom offers me something of hers, she says "want some?" so now, i save her the trouble and say "want some?" never underestimate the power of cute (except in eddie bauer). yesterday, when we went to that hoedown place (more on that later) we all got ice cream. oh wait, it wasn't then. it was the day before. whatever. anyways, i scored my own ice cream and like 1/2 of papa's all because i could say "want some?" with the little question inflection.

~~i can ask for oranges. my latest fruity obsession---the packaged mandarine ones. i guess PAHblehblehblehbleh and boobays are out of season now. but it's "oh-nays" check this out "want some? oh-nays?"

~~and the best thing of all. and i am not even freaking kidding you guys. i can count to 10. oh yes i can. you can ask my mom, my binna AND my papa. mom might lie but binna and papa won't. i can count from one to ten. and i can even alternate numbers. like; mom says one and i say 2. mom says 3 then i say 4 and so on. now. i have no idea what it means to count to 10. i mean, what is 4. hell if i know. but i can count to 10 and that makes me a genius.

well, i will post again and mention all the fun i had at the old folks home in the mountains. i am going to let the magnitude of my brilliance as a22 month old child set it because i know youcan hardly stand it.

pictures of MOI

i miss my dad



pointing.






yeah i'm a ham, so what?

well, it was cute to mommy

so this morning, i wanted to go bye bye pretty early. mom said she had to get dresssed first. so i picked up what was on the floor and said "mama wear dis?" and she said no, because it was the pajamas she wore last night. so i walked ithe jammies over to the washing machine, and altho it took a couple tries for mama to understand what i was saying because i had never said it before, she understood that i was saying "donovan put in washing machine?" which i did, then i said "donovan turn on washing machine?" which mama said no to. she thought i was very cute and helpful with that whole exchange. now i hear her saying things like, "donovan, do you think it would be FUN to do laundry? do you want to do laundry EVERY DAY? do you want mama to teach you how to FOLD laundry?" tomorrow it is off to gramma and pop pops!

the wall incident and other musings

i have a very strange family. well, let me rephrase that....a very strange mother. she is getting all excited because i am starting to tell her when i have poop. i mean, it's no big deal. i am starting to realize that caca smushing on my butt doesn't feel very good and it is embarassing when she pulls at the back of my pants to look down them to see what's it there. because that woman will look down my pants ANYWHERE--in front of anyone. is that legal? no, seriously. can she do that? so, anyways, i am getting better at knowing and i just go up to mama and say "poop" and we change my diaper and that is the end of it. i just think it is kind of weird that she gets all excited and says she's proud of me and carries on about it.

and i need to have a serious discussion with someone named "aunt kendra." mama did something to me yesterday and she said she learned it from this "aunt kendra" creature. i didn't like it one bit and i have to find a way to put a stop to it. ok, well i bit mama. pretty hard. i know i am not supposed to and i don't know what came over me, but i couldn't help it. i just did it. a couple times. so, since we don't use the play pen as a time out anymore (which never really fazed me anyways), mama made me stand by the wall. she plopped me by the wall in the sunroom and said "you stand at the wall! don't you move. no biting" or some crap like that. now, wait a minute. i can hear you saying "oh big deal--you had to stand by a wall" i know it doesn't SOUND bad when i write it, but i tell you, i started to cry, but for a long time (several seconds) i found myself unable to move. i was like paralyzed by some unseen force (maybe she activates a kid-magnet hidden in the wall---i don't know) and when she said "stand by the wall" you bet your bippy i stood by the wall. it was awful. and a couple other times when i was naughty, she said "do you want a time out at the wall????!!!!" well, duh, of course i said "no" that is a pretty stupid question. i don't want her turning that kid-magnet on me. mama said the genius of aunt kendra is that so many places have walls, so if i am naughty, i can be sent to the wall anywhere. i can't talk about this anymore, it is too upsetting.

so this weekend me and mama are going to see gramma and grampa up in the mountains. mama said it is a long drive. that is okay. i love spending time with mama. yesterday, mama picked me up from school early and we hung out playing all afternoon until bed time. we had a great time and we had lots of hugs and kisses and tickles. she said i am very smart because i talk a lot and she said i am a fun kid and a nice kid. she says that a lot, but i like to hear it. it makes up for when she (shudder) does things like the wall incident.

well, daddy is still on the big airplane at his business trip. i guess he will land in about 5 more weeks. i talk on the phone with him sometimes. i miss him a lot. he picks me up more than mom and i like the way he reads stories to me better. and he gives me smoothies. and plays ball with me. and chases me when i run with my football saying "runningback!" dada takes me on more bike rides than mama. maybe mom should spend 6 weeks in an airplane on a business trip so me and dada can hang out and Be Men. ha ha. i'm just being funny. mom is weird, but i will keep her. she just isn't the same as dada and i love him so so so so much. he will be home before i turn 2 years old.

they are building a new house next to ours and across the street. i get to see cement trucks and backhoes and workers. it is very cool to watch. maybe i will build a house when i am old, like 3 or 4 or something. i will build a house for mama and my red truck and my pillow.

okay, i have to get ready for my big trip up in the mountains!

shoes and poos

my feet suddenly got bigger. all of a sudden my sandals won't close. mamma took me to that bitchin' store stride rite where i got measured and i got some biiiiiiiiiiig feet (huh huh--big feet). they actually had neakers AND sandals that fit my big ol' feet. i LOVE shoe stores! i let the guy measure my feet, then i let him put the shoes on me and then i ran around the store. i saw some wicked cool neakers with pink flowers and pink laces and lit up and i wanted those but mom said no. i said please and did the sign for please and even said pleeeeeeeaaaaaaaase real real long like that and she still said no. have i told you before how mean my mom is? but seriously. i really really liked the shoe store. i haven't been in a shoe store since last november, and i was a little kid back then. so i didn't know how cool it was.

today i let mom know i had poop. in a couple ways, one way i don't think mom was happy about, but still, my communication skills are improving and i am starting to know when i have caca in my diaper. yesterday i went to someone's house and there were little kids running around NEKKID. mom let me run around outside in my diaper but she wouldn't let me go around totally naked. one naked kid pooped on the step and then danced around in it. altho the other grown-ups reacted quickly, and cleaned up, no one seemed to have the same look as mom. it was like she was surprised or something but was trying to act like it was no big deal, like she sees kids dance in their poo all the time. me and mom had a really good time even with the poo incident. i liked being around other kids---bigger and littler and mom liked being around other grown-ups. we ate yummy food and visited and it was fun.

we went to the pool today--me and mom. and yesterday i went to the pool with miss megan and the day before that i went to jungle rapids with tiffani and sam and jumped in the bouncy thing and was there for HOURS. i had to get out of the house---mom was driving me crazy with all the "i have to unpack" business. so, finally, i was like "i have GOT to get out of here and get some SPACE" and i prayed mom would at least unpack the kitchen while i was gone, which she did.tomorow i am going to hang out with tiff, who i am going to marry.

sit down RIGHT NOW

"dada go up in biiiiiig airplane. airplane real real loud. go on binniss trip" those were my exact words, which is obviously enormously articulate for someone 21 months old.

the other day i started saying "yeah" instead of "yes" which is bugging mom, who is making me say "yes ma'am" to her and "yes sir" to dada. i like saying "yeah" and "donovan no touch mamma wine (or soda)" so, that's what i will say. the other day, when i stood up in my highchair, mamma yelled at me (as always) and she yelled "SIT DOWN!" but she forgot to say the whole thing, so i reminded her by yelling back to her "RIGHT NOW! SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW!" i was just trying to help. i don't know why mama thought this was so funny.

i know i haven't posted much lately. it's just that i am so busy talking and running and starting all kinds of trouble. momma says i am a goof ball. i think this is okay because we all know how much i love balls.

my latest obsession is blueberries....and most recently ice cubes, which i suck on. i can keep one in my mouth the whole time, till it goes away. i loooooove boobays (that's how i say blueberries, not to be confused with booBIES, which sounds and IS nothing like boobays)

i am going to see gramma and poppop pretty soon. me and mama are going to make a trip. we might take a ride up to new york too, but it depends on if mama quits her job or not because she said she doesn't want to change anyone's diapers but MINE.

well, i promise to write something interesting soon. i know this wasn't it. but i had to write something.

oh yeah, mama and dada joined a church. officially. mama said now we have a religion. we are unitarian universalist. hippy tree huggin liberals if y'ask me. but they have pretty good toys in the nursery and i love the babysitters, so i guess it is okay. dada is real real into it. mama said she would be too if she didn't have to work so much. mama is cranky, so i hope dada comes down from the plane soon.

didn't waste much time sinking to the bottom

aaaahh....my mother. i remember when i was in her belly her saying all kinds of things she would never do as a mother. or, more precisely, because she has realistic tendencies (at best), things she would hold off on aslong as she can. gosh, even i, fruit of her looms, thought she would be good for 3 or 4 years before becoming Like EveryOne Else.

i guess it started a few months back with the chicken mcnugget happy meal. no. it started back last fall when i was sick and she gave me (gasp!) juice. i still don't get juice very much and i haven't had chicken mcnuggets since, but oh what a slippery slope....the dam has been broken.

why she decided at my delicate age of 20 months to break me into chuck e. cheese i don't know. was it sick curiosity? did they want to see if the pizza was good? we were not invited to a party there. it was me, mamma and dada at chuck e. cheese. in any event, we went. and man oh man did i like it. turns out i am NOT too young for chuck. liked the big mouse and his friends singing up on stage.....liked the kiddy cars that ran for 20 seconds on each token. i swiped a little ball from the baby skee ball.

so. i am not even 2 yesrs old and already i have had juice (which mother said was unnecessary for children), happy meal and chuck e. cheese. what else have i done. i think dada has put in one of my videos so that he could take a shower. hmmm....i know i pretty much get one video, once a day, but that still sounds like Using The Television As A Babysitter to me.

oh, i think at least once or twice i have gotten food in a public place to make me quiet down in a public place. i really lke fruit and i am not so much into junk food, so it's tough in the grocery store when mom tries to hand me a cracker or cookie or something, but all i really want is the mango or the banana. she won't let me have the banana because she says they need to weigh them, but once i see them in the cart, i usually get pretty insistent.

hot dogs. there is another weird thing. mamma doesn't eat hot dogs. in her entire adult life, unless someone ELSE brought them over for a barbeque has there ever been a package of hotdogs in her fridge. she doesn't eat them, doesn't like them and certainly would never give such a choking hazard to a child under 3. right? another case of "let's just get them to see if he likes them?" or "let's see how high we can get his sodium and cholesterol before he starts kindergarden?" i don't know what she is thinking. anyway. she bought them. not only did she buy them, but when i wouldn't eat them, she gave them to me a few times until i decided i loved them. she cut them into thin strips and not round shapes, so there was no choking problems.

gosh. i have very bad parents.

an open letter to ms. jodi

it is true, ms. jodi (we southerners call lady adults "miss" if we are permitted to use her first name) that i haven't written in a while. you see, i am a toddler. i started this blog when i was a baby. and, you see, when i was a baby, i was kind of dumb. let's face it, babies are kind of dumb. i wasn't DOING a lot of things, so i had time to write more. now that i am a toddler, which is latin for "short adult", i think, i am very smart and busy. i have bikes to ride, fits to have, cats to scare.....i go bye bye a lot.....of course, what toddler life is complete without reading and playing with a truck? i read a lot. often i read the same book over and over and over and over and over again. only because mamma and dada like to. i have this doggy book i really like (dada calls it 101 dalmations but i call it doggy book) and we will read it. then, when it is done, i hand it to him and say "more doggy book". i usually have to cry a little too. what i am trying to say to him is, "dad, i like this book, i would like you to put this book away and go buy me another book about dogs" but as we know, dada isn't very smart, so all he does is just read the book to me again. by then i just give up, sit there and listen to the same story AGAIN because he seems to want to, but, those grown-ups never understand what i mean. maybe you could help them understand me better since mamma says you work with kids. i'd appreciate that.

i really would like to make a better effort at writing in the blog more often. brilliant and amusing things are NOT being documented. mamma even says often, when i say or do something particularly clever (or naughty) that it should get in the blog, but then i just don't get around to it. altho, 9 times out of 10, every time i try to get near the computer they make me not touch it anyways. even this morning, i said soemthing that make mamma and dada crack up and dada said "oh, that is going inthe blog!" and i'll be damned if i can remember----oh wait, oh jeez....i just remembered what it was....it wasn't that funny. some reference was made during my breakfast of grits and eggs about me being a southern boy (helLO---i'm from caliFORNIA!) and mamma said "can you say y'all?" so i said "y'all" big freaking deal. i say meatball, pine cone, and complete sentences with verbs in them. "y'all" isn't that hard for me. i don't see what the fuss was about. they are weird those 2.

talk about easy words....i am learning the concept of "mine"--as well as the word. i don't use that beautiful word to it's fullest capacity yet, altho, with time, i know i will maximize it, but sometimes it flows from my genius lips. last time, it was when i wanted something off mom's plate. mom always has better food than me.

well, my deart ms. jodi.....don't delete me. i will try to post more often. you really ARE missing a lot by me not getting my autobiography down, as it happens, so i am grateful for the reminder. until we meet again, mon petit chou......

random thoughts

so, momma and dada got bikes, with a cool seat and helmet for me and we have been riding every day. sometimes mamma even rides her bike to work! i love riding bikes. mamma got a new backpack for me today, the ergo baby carrier. i like it better than the sling she used to carry me in and the back packs we tried using. we are moving into my new house that they bought for me. i love running around in it and yelling because it makes my voice sound cool. i can say over 50 words and even several sentences. the other day mamma said, "donovan, are you ready to take a bath" and i said "no" and she said "what do you mean, no?" and i said "i mean no mamma" and she thought this was funny for some reason. i went into the pool and i wasn't afraid. not even a little. well. this wasn't too interesting, but so what. i am going to make mamma try karen's couscous recipe. mmmmmmmmmm

since when do i use capital letters

Well, today I figured out how to really impress Daddy. Mind you, I did this with a sore throat and fever, so it's all the more impressive (pain means nothing to me...except when I'm feverish and Daddy pours water on my back in the tub, or uses diaper wipes on me...cold equals boo-boo!!!) Alright, ready for the impressive thing I did? I said "running back!!!" Then I said "quarterback" and "wide receiver." Then, I pointed to running backs in my football book, and then I went and grabbed my little football and ran around the house with it. I've never seen Daddy so excited. He said something about getting me an agent. I don't have any idea what that is, but usually I get toys or books and I like those, so whatever Daddy wants to get me I'm glad to have, and probably not share with anyone. I've also decided it's time to start messing with Mom and Dad's heads. Since I've become an expert at saying "no" I've decided it would be fun to respond to all questions that way, even when I really mean "yes." Drives the old folks batty!!! I'm becoming really independent too. Yesterday, we went for a walk in my stroller, until I decided that they didn't know where they were going, so I should push it instead. But they wouldn't stop touching and trying to steer for me. They kept talking about "not in the road" and "stay on the sidewalk." People, please!!! I've got this driving thing handled, and if you insist on touching my ride I'm gonna pitch a fit every freakin' time. Well, Daddy says since I'm sick I better go to bed, so I'm signing off for now. He thinks he's got me handled, but wait until HE gets a sore throat from sharing his smoothie with me today. Then he'll see who really wears the diapers in this family. Peace out!!!

hot

in the beach pictures. you should know that it wasn't a windy day. i just have so much sunscreen in my hair that it is sticking up.

mom did what she swore she woudn't do for a few years. i got a happy meal. yup. see, i thought chicken nuggets were these soy things mommy somtimes cooks at home. she thought i couldn't chew them because i was a baby, but the truth is i just don't like them. turns out REAL chicken nuggets are pretty freaking good. with ranch dressing.

i discovered i looooooove ranch dressing. i don't really like barbeque sauce---altho i could SAY it perfectly. i said "barbeque hot" i usually say something is hot when i don't like it. i think that is because "hot" means bad or yucky. when mom doesn't watch me to touch something, like her coffee or the stove she always yells "NO!!! HOT! don't touch!" so i guess hot means bad. so when i don't like something, i usually spit it out and say it is hot.

makes sense, right?

a boy, his sippy cup and the beach

i figured out how to post some of my beach pictures. my new sippy cup is cool. i just found out my 2nd cousin lindsay is in town working and is going to visit me tomorrow. i have never met her, but mom is excited. by the way, the nose picking thing.....i was just messing around with mom for a few days with that. i haven't done it in a day or 2. you see, i really did have an itch on my brain.

paaaaah blehblehbleh (strawberries)

here are some pictures for y'all. i am trying to get some pictures of when i went to the beach----dada took some good shots, but alas you will have to settle for my strawberry picking. did i tell you i have a new bed time? 9pm. yup. get to stay up late like a big kid. i think it is because i am a big kid now. mamma said it was because they were sick of getting up at 5am every day, so now that i stay up till 9, i sleep till 6:20. 5am....6am....it's all the same to me. i am happy i get to stay up later---AND i am down to one nap. here are some pictures of me.





the outside potty is gone. we don't get to keep that

i am THAT kid

you know, the kid who just sits there observing everything with his finger so far up his nose, like his brain has an itch. yup that is me. the first couple times i did it, mom laughed, but for some reason, she doesn't think it is funny any more. i can't understand these people. funny one day. not funny the next day. there's consistency for ya.

went to the pool today. not too sure about the water. went to the beach the other day. no WAY was i going in THAT water. i got used to the water in the pool (at our new house---we don't have a pool in our yard, but there is a big club house with a cool pool in it). mommy and daddy each took one of my hands and pulled me across the pool. and i went "WWoooooooah!" i even said "mamma dadda, 'wwhooooah' water" to tell them i wanted to do it.

i can say a whole bunch of things i didn't even tell you yet, and i am not going to right now either. and you can't make me. nnnnnyah.

me talks good

mommy says i am in my "terrible two's". i don't know what that means, but i will say that mom and dad have been annoying me a lot lately, and let me just say---i am not afraid to tell them about it. oooooooh, they are so much bigger than me. who cares, man. they can't push ME around. i am a big boy, i am independent, i know what i want and i am not afraid to ask for--nay--DEMAND it! i am not a little baby any more and i just wish they could get it thru their heads. if that what it means to be in the terrible two's then just call me T2. hey, i just thought of that. maybe that could be my street name. (you can't believe how big i am--i need a street name) T2. yeah, i kind of like that.

we are moving into a new house.

i can talk real good. (not so much in the grammar, but real good nonetheless). i know, and can point to on command my: hair, head, eyes, ears, nose, cheeks, mouth, teeth tongue, elbow, hands, tummy, butt, penis, legs, feet, toes.

i am obsessed with trucks. all trucks, but especially dump trucks. i also like mom's shoes and figured out how to stick my finger up my nose.

i ask to touch every thing "touch bird?" "touch truck?" "touch tree?"

i know zebra, kitty cat, doggy, monkey, lion, bug, butterfly and lizard.

i love ariplanes.

i am trying to reach tiffani, so i will write more later.

oooh la la, oui oui

wow....it has been a long time since i've posted. maMA (that is my french accent, by the way) is working a night shift tomorrow in the seventh level of hell, so she is staying up late tonight, drinking big cans of "energy drinks" so she can sleep tomorrow during the day so she can stay up all night tomorrow. tonight she is cooking so daddy can stop feeding me cottage cheese 3 times a day.

so, i told you about my french accent. i say maMA and when i say "no no no" i really make my lips into a tight "o" and get the whole nasally sound to it. i think it is very sophisticated and makes me sound older, but for some reason, maMA just laughs at me. today i learned how to say "wine". i think when i grow up i will be french.

my vocabularry is amzingly advanced. altho it continues to be my only parents who can understand many of my words, i would say i have a vocabulary of around 50 words. no shit. i can also put some words together. "pop bubbles." "all done bath" (i can say all done then lots of things) and "bye bye mama", while i cling to my dada.

yeah. seems every day i am more into dada. mama is this mysterous person who leaves several days a week and then when she IS home it seems she is alsways cooking dinner. well geez---dada doesn't go to work OR cook dinner AND he takes me to the park. who do you think i would rather be with. and me and dada go outside and look for lizards (nyo-nyo in my language) i am not the least bit concerned that i am breaking my mother's heart every time i don't go to her.

obsessed with strawberries these days. "paaaaahblehblehbleh"

over the whole vacuum thing. still loves balls (including the ones....never mind). love trucks, cars, birdies. and saying "vroom vroom vroom" don't tell anyone, but i kind of like pooh bear too. does that make me a pansy?

also, i moved to the Older One's classroom. and guess what? the teacher quit, so they moved the teacher i HAD into that class. so i got to keep the same teacher, who i totally love. tiffani, my weekend babysitter, who i also love, comes and visits me. so....i get to see my 2 favorite ladies still. not as much as i used to. but i am going to marry one of them, that is why i am working on my french accent, to impress them.

we are going to be moving into a new house pretty soon. they are just about done working on it dada says. i go and supervise about once a week. keep those workers on their toes.

my aunt kendra had 2 babies on st patrick's day. so now i have 3 cousins....shea, auryn and cian.

must end now. maMA has to clean the kitchen because energy drink or not, she is getting very sleepy.

bye bye boobs

the computer is fixed.....aaaaaaaah.

well, mom and dad took me in the car for about 10000 hours to go to florida to see the grandparents and the greats. and some other relatives and neighbors too. but you know what the coolest thing about it was? i ate alligator. deep fried, but alligator nonetheless. and i liked it.

also, i am putting together complex thoughts. mom is not letting me nurse much any more (maybe 3 times in 2 weeks---how mean), so now i pull out her shirt, stick my hand down there and say "bye-bye boob" i do this a lot. today, when mom was chasing me around the house trying to make me eat lunch and she FINALLY got off my back and left i said "bye-bye pasta" see how smart i am????

i can say probably 30 or more words. yup.. genius. and yes....drinking from a sippy cup since about 8 months old. working on a regular cup.

i am really really really super duper into dada lately. since mom ain't giving up the goods (i.e. jugs), i haven't had much interest in her. i want dada to do everything. mom says things like "fine. hell with both of ya, i don't care" do you think that is true? do you think mom doesn't care about us and wants us to go to hell? i think momma should watch what she says. i am an impressionable sponge. i hear and understand everything. yes, mother, even when you say The F Word, which by the way, i think you should knock off. you say it a lot.

i really miss my babysitter Tat (mom calls her tiffani). i don't know why she doesn't come around any more. is it because my dad is here? i think i might see her tomorrow which i am very excited about. i love her very much.

well, mom's ambien must be kicking in so, i mean, um, well, i want some vegan muffins. who watched my video?

beach pictures or....i eat sand, too!

the genius and his vibrator

i just got the coolest thing. it's this vibrating bristling thing that i put in my mouth. mom calls it an electric toothbrush. it has b'ga b'ga (balloons) on it. it is very cool. i can turn it off and on all by myself. yeah. it's awesome. my vibrator. i'm awesome.

hey jodi....i can drink from a sippy cup. does that count? it IS a cup. i can drink from a regular non sippy cup, but i usually choke on whatever i drink and wear most of it. i am working on it. FOR YOU, by the way. i mean, i haven't had a bottle since i was maybe 8 months old. mom is being VERY VERY VERY stingy with the boobs. i suspect it might be your fault. hmmmm.

there is also more talk about putting me a new classroom in school. i don't know. on the one hand....the kids in my class seem to be getting younger every day. some of these kids have these things they keep in their mouths that they suck on all the time. what is up with THAT? but i like the toys in my class and i love miss chastity and miss loretta....why would they try to get rid of me? i don't know. i know i am their favorite. it's stressful even thinking about it. i mean, if i am with bigger kids, what do they learn? do i have to know how to read? use the potty? it's for 18 months to 2 year olds. 2 year olds are like grown ups, right? can 2 year olds drive?

i can say balloons (b'ga b'ga)....and i am starting to be able to put multiple words together. what else can i say? onion. banana. computer. potty. broom. cheese. teeth. i still cannot say "no" which mommy finds strange. (oh i can shake my head tho) nor can i say milk, thirsty, or eat, which mom is going to try to teach me the signs for. there are more words i can say but i can't remember. i am so a genius. AM SO AM SO AM SO AM SO!!!!!!!!!!!!

if you put me in my jail i will not sleep

haha. i love it when things mom does backfires. does that make me a bad person? mom decided to try the "time-out" method of disciplining me. when i do something naughty, she puts me someplace for a minute (oooh--a whole minute because she read that a minute a year is how long to calculate a time out. what a dork) where i have to stay. true, she tried to get me to just sit facing a wall, but i didn't listen and she couldn't enforce it. and she couldn't put me in my crib....and besides....we are downstairs most of the time.

enter my "pack & play". fits next to the couch....she can toss me in it when i am naughty (with a perfect view of the TV because mom is such a genius) and STILL not miss a minute of dr. phil.

now mom and dad are thinking about visiting people. gram and gramps in florida being the first trip on the list. hmmmmm...what will the baby sleep in? can't be MY JAIL because i associate that with being In Trouble. so, mom is trying to figure it out. i bet they end up with another pack and play in another color to try to fool me beasue they think i am dumb. HELLO---i can eat with a spoon----i am not dumb!

i can write in my sleep

well, i woke up a little early this morning and who came to get me out of my crib? DA-DA!!!!!!!!!! by the time mommy came out of the shower, i had fallen back fast asleep on daddy's chest in the bed. mommy came out of the shower and saw and i think she said it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. mmmmm. snuggly warm daddy who i missed so much......i love sleeping on you........mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

no title. i can't think of one

well i am sick again, dammit. i don't care if i am swearing either. besides, i asked mom about the body parts inmy diaper and she told me what they all were, so i think that qualifies me for legally being able to swear. i will go to the doctor tomorrow to see what is plaguing me this time. probably another ear infection. mom said that her friend who is a chiropractor could possibly adjust the ear infections out of me. hmmmmmm. yeah, well, we'll see. if i know my mom the fruit loop, she will try it.

daddy is coming home friday.

hip hip hooray.

noodle noodle noodle noodle

more words i forgot i could say....
moon,
star,
uh-huh-uh-huh (as in, that's the way uh-huh i like it)
spoon (nope, not cup)
i know there are more. i am verbose. i will concede that usually it is mother who knows what i am saying. to you it might sound like gibberish.
today i said "all done bath"
daddy's coming home in 4 days!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

why did it have to be THAT sentence

well, my buddy conor has taken his first steps (yay) and i have said my first....what would you call it....complete sentence, i guess. i knew "all done"---i've known that for months. and well, i guess it is no secret that i still breast fed at 16 1/2 months (altho much less than i would like dammit).

well, now i can say "all done boobs" and put momma's shirt down. it IS developmentally significant that i put these words together so i don't care what you think about it. i am a genius. i love my mot-mot. and carrying around an old lace table runner. '
go seahawks.

getting to know you....

today i wouldn't eat the frittata mom made for dinner because i am a pain in the butt. mom has decided she is not offering me 6 different things if i am in a picky mood so she just said "never mind, don't eat, you won't starve" man i HATE it when she calls my bluff. so i started grabbing at the "ba" (which is the boobs to the uninitiated) because, well, i was hungry. so she fed me yogurt and penne pasta (i can say pasta by the way) while watching my baby eintein video. she said not to get in the habit of this eating in front of the t.v. business, but i don't know, i found it to be enjoyable and efficient.

here are some of the words i can say: pasta, up, down, off, on (off and on are the same word but mom knows which one i mean) ball, watch, bubbles, lasagna, bye-bye, mamma and dadda of course, monkey (mot-mot), outside (na-na), pen, bath, blocks (very reminscent of "ball"), broccoli (well, sort of), bike (also very much like ball). box, (also sounds like ball). strangely enough i cannot utter the word "no" altho i can shake my head. i can sort of say "buckle" (as in what straps me into the car seat), hair, and of course, vacuum (which sounds like pffffft). oh, and "all done" and "what's that"...potato (sort of) and i can't think of any other words. i copy a lot of what mom says. as i have said before, since i am such a busy person, i rarely actually finish the word. but, if i say the first part and you know what i mean, why waste time finishing the words, right? i am an effcient boy.

my auntie karen said i had to answer a questionaire in my blog. it is pretty dumb, but i will do it:

1. What color are your kitchen plates? i have bowls. plastic. red ones, blue ones green ones, purple ones
> > 2. What book are you reading now? "barnyard dance" by sandra boynton

> > 3. What's on your mouse pad? i don't understand......
> > 4. What's your favorite board game? i have board books that have flaps. that's like a board game.

> > 5. Favorite magazine? the ones that are more like newsprint are easier to chew than the heavy shiny paged ones. i am afraid of cutting my lip on the shiny ones, so i will say the newprint kind

> > 6. Favorite smell? mommy's ba
> > 7. Least favorite smell? the bubbles i make in the tub
> > 8. What's the first thing you think of in the morning? oh god where is my mommy? is she ever going to come get me?!?!?! MOMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYY

> > 9. Favorite color?definitely yellow
>> 10. Least favorite color? i don't like the yellow bath crayon because i can hardly see it when i draw in the tub. so, yellow.
> > 11. How many rings before you answer the phone? i can't count. but i CAN use my own hand as a phone, which makes it very convenient for making calls. i don't get too many tho on it...

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> > 12. Future children's names? mot mot and mamma!

> > 13 Favorite alcoholic drink? >i have been trying to get at my dad's beer my whole freaking life.
> > 14 What is your sign and birthday? september 20. i know the sign for refridgerator and i love you.
> > 15. Do you eat the stems of broccoli? no. i don't spit them out tho. i just open my mouth and let them fall out. spitting is rude.

> > 16. If you could have any job what would it be? breast pump

> > 17. If you could have any color hair what would it be? yes, i'd love a hair color

> 18. Is the glass half full or half empty ? it depends if ican reach it or not! if i can reach it it will be ALL empy in a minute

> >
> > 19. Favorite movie? altho i like several of the baby eintein series, baby beethoven, is really a timeless classic

> > 20. Do you type with the right fingers on the keys? yes. i do everything right. i am a genius. mommy says so.

> > 21. What's under your bed? what do you mean under my bed? is that where momsters are?

> > 22. What is your favorite number? that is a dumb-ass question
> > 23. What is your single biggest fear? well, it WAS that mommy wouldn't come get me in the morning, but now you got me thinking about what could be under the bed....

> > 24. Person(s) most likely to respond? to what?
> > 25. Person(s) most likely not to respond? i don't' understand
> > 26. Favorite song? bringing home my baby bumbebee
> > 27. Favorite TV show? the today show because people clap for me
> > 28. Ketchup or mustard? neither
> > 30. Favorite soft drink? whole milk
> >
> > 31. The best place you have ever been? under mommy's shirt
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> > 32. Favorite High School Subject? i like going outside and climbing in school
> >
> > 33. What screen saver is on your computer right now? i can say computer: k-pa k-pa



> > 34. Burger king or McDonald's? i saw burger king playing football on tv
> >
> > 35. Favorite pet: rambo hisses at me and cleo lets me pet her and kiss her, so cleo.

i told you i eat toilet paper

well, i guess i must not have had enough of the delicious dinner mommy made for me. i had salmon, that i picked up with my fingers (this is some good stuff yo) and then mommy put spinach, rice, and a little quinoa and pine nuts (anything for a little extra iron) in the food processor and yes, i ate it by myself with a spoon and it was also very delicious. mom was glad i liked it because i am getting pickier about what i eat these days. i thought ravioli was better as hair ornamentation yesterday than dinner.

toilet paper is still the best dessert tho.

i have 4 teeth coming in right now including 3 molars but i am not cranky about it.

yesterday i bit and hit mommy and now she says she has to buy a book on disciplining toddlers. jeez...does she buy a book for everything? i think so. and at school i pinched a kid who (USED TO) takes toys from me. i will be graduating soon to the big kids class. the teachers assured mommy i was not becoming an aggresive kid and this was normal baaehavior but mom is not happy about it. well, she'll buy a book and make me perfect. riiiiiiiiiiiiiight hooo hooo hooo ha ha ha haaaa

lots of posts today

one more thing i forgot

ONCE.

ONCE i went to the bathroom and lifted the lid for mommy to go pee pee in the potty. i was just showing her that i knew what she was talking about. it isn't a part of our daily routine for crying out loud! of course it would be weird if i did it all the time. sheesh.

once.

go seahawks

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go seahawks

well, i was very excited to go to school this morning. right after breakfast i went to the door and was like "bye bye? bye bye?" and when mom said "if you want to go to school we have to get dressed first" so i ran quickly up the stairs, before mom could even get to me, because i am not really allowed to climb the stairs by byself. but, well, if mom used the BABY GATE like a good mother, i guess i wouldn't have been able to get to the stairs. i went to school wearing my shiny seahawks sweat suit santa got me, because the seahawks won the game last night and are going to the superbowl.

so we got to school an hour early and mom kept hanging around and saying "mommy's leaving now! say bye bye! mommy's going bye bye" i kept waving and telling her bye, but she wouldn't leave---she just kept saying "i'm going-- don't you want to give me a hug?" it was like she wanted me to cry or something. she is such a freak, man.

she is the only mom in the whole park who lets me climb UP the slide. one big boy came up to me and said "hey--slides are for sliding down, not going up" and mommy said to him that i was just a baby and didn't know that. i guess if the other mommy's put down their starbucks cups for a minute and went to the slide with their kids, then maybe it wouldn't be so bad for them to go up it. i am going to try to post a picture if i can remember how to do it......

mommy goes peepee in the potty

well, it turns out that WAS medicine in that funky blue spoon thing. didn't fall for that one twice. feeling better. appetite still not as good as usual....things are still coming out of me in unnatural ways and amounts. perhsps if we don't perseverate on my health issues they will just go away....

i can ask for "itsy bitsy spider" and "bringing home....bumble bee"--oh and "headsshoulderskneestoes" i can say "potty" (it figures). when mommy says :mommy has to go peepee in the potty" i can go to the bathroom and lift the seat for her. is that weird?


i am still really into balls and of course my vacuum. oh, and totally into bubbles and i can say it too. i am finally working on using a spoon. you know why? because when mommy took me to the doctor the doc said "and he is doing well with a spoon and fork now?" and mommy was embarassed because she hardly every lets me feed myself. i keep telling you---she is such a bad mom! so she is letting me try to feed myself more these days.

not sleeping well due to this sickness balony. i heard mommy saying i needed a ferber-refresher. yuck. i really know how to break my mom's heart now. when i am really upset, while i am crying, i say "all done! all done!" (or am i saying i'm done?) guess who's bed it gets me into????? oh yeah.

well....i know this sucks. not clever or witty or funny. things have been rough around here lately. daddy is coming home in a few weeks and i am very excited about that. well, thanks for reading, if indeed you are and sorry it has been boring. not well writeen like karen's and jodi's.

it's just caca and the cats got scanned

it's been a while.....what an eventful week. mommy got sick again and went back to the doctor who gave her lots more medication and sent her for a cat scan. i don't really know why they had to scan the cat, but whatever. then, not to be outdone, i woke up with a fever early sunday morning of 103.7. mommy still went to work....she left crying, but she left nonetheless. she called tiffani about a zillion times. mommy's friend kim came from california sunday night and i was still sick. then, at 3 in the morning on monday my fever went up to--and this is not a typo--105.6!!!! one hundred and five point six. in the butt. so mommy took me to the hospital---she was still wearing her pajamas and i don't get that because she never lets ME go bye-bye wearing MY pajamas (another reason i can't wait to grow up). mommy was very very very upset with the people in the hospital (i don't understand it all, so i won't go into it) but they DID diagnose me with a fever. they are very smart.

then monday day (we haven't slept in 2 days by the way---me OR mommy) mommy realized that in addition to the fever i was in pain. i had a tummy ache. took her long enough to figure it out. so it was off to the doctor where they said i had an ear infection in BOTH ears. a new antibiotic. they gave me a shot of antibiotic at the doctor. and a stomach virus.

tuesday my fever went away but then the puking began. no eating. no drinking. no taking any medicine. auntie kim and mommy pinned me down, put me in head locks, smushed my face and tried to force medicine down my throat. but i overpowered both of them. i can spit medicine out from any angle.

wednesday it was back to the doctor because i haven't had anything to eat or drink since saturday night. my tummy still hurts. so, of course i won't take any of my medicine. damn they gave me another shot of antibiotic. can you believe my mommy asked the doctor if SHE could give me the antibiotics as a shot?!!!! my OWN MOTHER actually WANTED to give me shots. she is a very bad person. the new doctor, who is very nice to me and said i was smart, said i have a double ear infection on top of a stomach virus.

oh, did i mention that i have 2 molars coming in? yeah, that pretty much hurts like a bitch, yo.

so, here we are thursday. my fevers are gone. mommy thinks my tummy ache is better (it isn't) and i am just hurting because of my teeth. once i threw up twice this morning, she finally realized that in addition to having a stomach virus, the medicine is making me puke. she thinks i didn't know she stuck some in my grits. so mommy called the doctor again to tell them. i am sure the doctor said that i didn't need any more medicine, so i think it was just a special treat when mommy gave me this new yummy stuff i never had before out of a fancy spoon (the medicine always comes out of a syringe, and this was in a special spoon, so it must not have been medicine). today i had food for the first time since saturday. i had a few spoonfuls of grits and a couple bites of pear for breakfast. then nothing all day...then some grits, egg and yogurt for dinner. and i kept it all down. mmmmmmm.

we spent most of the afternoon in the urgent care tho because auntie kim decided that SHE had a tummy ache too (copy cat). i behaved and kim got percocet, so everybody is happy.

so. there you have it. today i have had (for the first time in my life) diarrhea like crazy. i got poop on my sock and mommy freaked out. i mean, come on, mom--it's just caca. so, to recap: 2 ear infections, one stomach bug causing vomitting 2 molars, diarrhea, mom had to call in to work again because i can't go to day care with the pukes or the runs. why do i feel like i need to say something about a partridge in a pear tree.....mmmmm pears.......

well, at least mommy feels better. and she will find out about the cats what was scanned next week. she is hoping she doesn't lose her job over all this sickness. me...mommy...me...mommy....me.....

well. i think i am getting better. i hope so, because i have been misterable. i mean miserable.

time to post. thanks for reading. and send my mommy some e mails beause she feels unloved.

ooooooh i love you vacuuuuuuum

i guess the problem when one hasn't posted in a while is the question of content. do i try to think of everything of interest that has happened since i posted last...potentially making this a waaay too long post, boring just by it's length. or do i skip the past and just get to the recent stuff. i don't know. we will see how it comes out.

i have realized that most of my favorite things start with the letter "b" in a later post i will see how many i can come up with. ball, broccoli, boobs, of course, books, going bye-bye, well, later, right?

well, mommy was worried that i wouldn't know daddy when he came home because 2 monthds is a long time for my short life. well, i will admit it took me a good minute to figure things out, but i DID just wake up when she brought me to him. but then, it dawned on me and it was "it's DADA" all weekend. we had a great week together. i just kept going back and forth to mommma and dada and i was just so excited all week.

i got a lot of toys for christmas. too many, momma said. i got some big lego's and wooden blocks and the bead roller coater they have at the doctor;s office and a ball....and some clothes.....(i do like clothes)...and some books.....and some magnetic fridge toys. uncle dave and aunt dan gave me a baby leap pad and a hokey pokey ernie. my favorite gifts are the hokey pokey ernie and....the gift i didn't even mention because it deserves to be by itself. the greatest gift a kid could ever get. i play with it all day, every day...yes, a over week after christmas and it is still the best thing i will ever own in my life....are you ready for this!!!!!! a HOOVER WINDTUNNEL VACUUM JUST RIGHT FOR ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh man, i can't even believe i got my very own vacuum! mom put batteries in it, so it makes a vacuum sound (not as loud as hers) and even a little light goes on. i will post a picture of me vacuuming soon. i can vauum all day long. today i even vauumed outside. i got some other cool gifts, from mom and dad and other people, but all i can think about right now is my vacuum..........

we got our family portrait done. i wouldn't sit still, because there was a lot of cool stuff to see and mom got all sweaty chasing after me. i thought it was great fun, but there aren't many pictures of me sitting sweetly and smiling cherubicly. hoooo hoooo hooooo hahahahahahahahahaha

i can say bubbles and (because they come with my vacuum) attachments. because i am too busy to finish most words, attachments comes out like "atTAH" but i know what i mean. i can sort of say "on" and "off" and "up" and "down". if you don't hear it in context, you might not know what i am saying, but fortunately, momma understands me. today i started saying "na-na" standing by the door. like today i said "bye-bye, na-na" and mom thinks i mean i want to go outside. she thinks "na'na" is outside. is she right? we'll see. i will let her sweat it out a little. i was very impressed when she figured out the when i clap my hands and go "bah-bah-bah-bah" that means i want her to sing"i'm bringing home my baby bumblebee" i mean, it is pretty obvious, but it did take her a little while to figure it out.

today i threw mom a curve ball and slept till 6:45 am. that is a big switch from my usual 5am!!!!! i don't think i will do that again for a while. gotta keep that woman on her toes. well, i feel like there is so much more to write, but anything else i might have to say will just pale with the thought of me with my very own hoover.......