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.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
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.
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.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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.
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.
Monday, July 24, 2006
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.
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.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
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!
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
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!
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!
Monday, July 10, 2006
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.
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.
Friday, July 07, 2006
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.
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.
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