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