last week we went to a carnival. wow. i admit, it took me a while to catch on to things. i was a little afraid at first, but then i really got into it. i rode on a train, which i loved, and i rode on a truck ride which i loved. i went on a different ride with my mom and neither of us liked it. then i played a ducky game and won a prize. a whistle!!!!!!!!! i play it so well, too. then it got dark and the lights came on in the carnival and it was really cool. the lady on the truck ride said she had a god-son who had my name and had blonde hair so let's just say, without giving away too much information, that i didn't have to get off every time the ride stopped. i think you get the idea. don't tell anyone. i still have my whistle. and i ate fried dough, which was very yummy. that's it.
dear donovan,
i am glad you liked the carnival. we had fun taking you. you know i love you, right? i don't wnat to embarass you or make you feel bad, but there is something i have to put here. maybe a few things. hopefully it won't prevent you from getting a job someday, but well, i just can't keep it to myself anymore.
dear everyone,
donovan has recently discovered the fun that is his.....well....last night in the bath, he was playing with his, um, you know....stuff. then he pulled on his widdle testicles and said "does my penis have wings?"
while admiring a ninja motorcycle in a resturant parking lot: "you know what? actually motorcycles DO have pedals"
while stabbing me with a key: "i am a nurse. i am giving you a shot"
there ya have it
Friday, March 30, 2007
Monday, March 19, 2007
overheard....(by mom)
"forty years ago, when i was in califonia....i was in mommy's tummy and i got borned"
"my big ol' penis gots pee pee coming out of it"
(after singing a new song..a very surprised look on his face) "OH! idon't know anything about that song!"
(both donovan and daddy had been sick recently) "i am a doctor. i bang on the door and i say 'hello!' and i say 'come in' and i have a tithusoap (aka stethoscope) and i make you feel better"
mommy is a nurse. nurses give people shots.
donovan has also entered The Question Asking Phase, which i understand will last a loooong time. often he asks questions he knows the answers to "is this train blue?" "does this helicopter have a propeller?" but often, he really wants to know the answer. and so do i.
what do dolphins and fish drink? can dolphins and fish walk? what do i do if _______ bites me at school?
this from a child who will be 2 1/2 tomorrow (also our 2 year anniversary living in nc)
"my big ol' penis gots pee pee coming out of it"
(after singing a new song..a very surprised look on his face) "OH! idon't know anything about that song!"
(both donovan and daddy had been sick recently) "i am a doctor. i bang on the door and i say 'hello!' and i say 'come in' and i have a tithusoap (aka stethoscope) and i make you feel better"
mommy is a nurse. nurses give people shots.
donovan has also entered The Question Asking Phase, which i understand will last a loooong time. often he asks questions he knows the answers to "is this train blue?" "does this helicopter have a propeller?" but often, he really wants to know the answer. and so do i.
what do dolphins and fish drink? can dolphins and fish walk? what do i do if _______ bites me at school?
this from a child who will be 2 1/2 tomorrow (also our 2 year anniversary living in nc)
Monday, March 12, 2007
Thursday, March 08, 2007
some pictures
these aren't the most recent pictures. i guess i must not be as cute as i used to be because the Big People don't take as many pictures as they used to when i was a young'n. thank god for auntie karen. and a good shave.
Sunday, March 04, 2007
quotable quotes volume one
recently heard by others, spoken by me (not quite 2 1/2)
tigger has a tail. daddy doesn't have a tail. mommy doesn't have a tail. donovan doesn't have a tail. people don't have tails. people have butts.
i don't have a life of my own.
if lightening hits a tree, then there will be fire.
when i eat food it goes in my belly and i can't see it.
the sun doesn't turn around the earth. the earth turns around the sun. what's the earth?
obviously this dinner is yummy.
mommy mommy mommy mommy, pinching her lips. mommy mommy mommy. stop talking.
(mommy:) "donovan, guess what!" donovan turns to mother with a bored, knowing look, "you love me a lot" yeah, ma. i've heard that one before.
lately, after a time out or similar punishment for naughtly behavior, it is i rather than the parents who is the first to say "i still love you, no matter what"
tigger has a tail. daddy doesn't have a tail. mommy doesn't have a tail. donovan doesn't have a tail. people don't have tails. people have butts.
i don't have a life of my own.
if lightening hits a tree, then there will be fire.
when i eat food it goes in my belly and i can't see it.
the sun doesn't turn around the earth. the earth turns around the sun. what's the earth?
obviously this dinner is yummy.
mommy mommy mommy mommy, pinching her lips. mommy mommy mommy. stop talking.
(mommy:) "donovan, guess what!" donovan turns to mother with a bored, knowing look, "you love me a lot" yeah, ma. i've heard that one before.
lately, after a time out or similar punishment for naughtly behavior, it is i rather than the parents who is the first to say "i still love you, no matter what"
Thursday, March 01, 2007
good times
just thought of a couple things real quick. mom and dad have decided that everything they want me to do i have to choose between "the easy way" and "the hard way". like, with brushing my teeth. they say i can choose the easy way or the hard way. sometimes i choose the hard way, just for shits and giggles. but i tell them ahead if time "hard way" so they know. i like to keep them on their toes.
also. this is what i want to know. what happens when the parents get to three? you know, "you better get in that car seat before i count to three! ONE! TWO!! " all i know is that they have made it abundantly clear that i should never let them get to three.
being 2 is freakin AWESOME.
also. this is what i want to know. what happens when the parents get to three? you know, "you better get in that car seat before i count to three! ONE! TWO!! " all i know is that they have made it abundantly clear that i should never let them get to three.
being 2 is freakin AWESOME.
green lites and boobies
i have really not been keeping up with this blog, have it? you know what my parents did? i haven't decided if i like it or not, but apparently, that doesn't really matter. they took the regular light bulb out of one of my lamps and put in a green bulb. then they plugged it into something they call a "timer." then they told me i had to stay in my room until the green light goes on, because, you know, green light means go. i like to get up early, go into mommy and daddy's room, turn on their light--one of my newer talents-- and tell them "okay let's go! time to get up" i do wake up before my whole room turns green, but now i have to wait in my room for it. yeah, we'll see. it's working out pretty well for all of us so far.
i can count to 15, with the addition of "eleventeen"
i am getting better at going peepee in the potty, but i still only sit on the potty at night before my bath.
mommy is trying very hard to get me to stop playing with her boobies, but come on man, they were mine for so long, i don't know why she thinks she can suddenly just take them back. she tells me to play with my own boobies, but not only is that not really fun; it's also kind of creepy.
i can count to 15, with the addition of "eleventeen"
i am getting better at going peepee in the potty, but i still only sit on the potty at night before my bath.
mommy is trying very hard to get me to stop playing with her boobies, but come on man, they were mine for so long, i don't know why she thinks she can suddenly just take them back. she tells me to play with my own boobies, but not only is that not really fun; it's also kind of creepy.
Saturday, February 03, 2007
a little catch up post
well, it certainly has been too long isn't it? christmas (or KISSmas as we like to say in my family) is long gone.....i have done and experienced some amazing wonderful things.......now how the hell am i going to remember it all.......
i got every toy ever created for kissmas. thomas trains....tracks.....dvds...an elmo doll that can move as much as a person...a sit and spin...clothes....just everything. it was really freakin fun.
auntie karen and jim came for a visit and they brought more presents. karen brings very cool presents and i really like her alot. i wish they didn't leave. we went out to eat ribs, which i loved. mommy calls them dinosaur bones. she has a lot of strange names for regular food. it is all to try to get me to eat it. it usually works. who wouldn't eat vampire chili? or gobble gobble stew? you just can't pass up, i'm telling ya.
me and daddy went on a trip without mommy. we went to florida to see gramma and papa, auntie kendra and my cousins. it was fun. and you could hardly tell mommy wan't there because she called on the phone often. really really really often. i had a great time with daddy. we went to the beach and did all kinds of fun stuff.
mommy wants me to post some of the more clever things i say, but as a fluent talker, really, there just isn't any point. i am clever. i say clever things. big whoop. they have been telling me since one i was a genius. yet they remain surprised each time i say something smart.
i am really into singing these days and i am very good at it. i am also into 2 movies. i mean BIG time. "cars" and "toy story." i have the "toy story" book and i have 2 pages (at least) that i have completely memorized and recite often, including "woody scoffed" and "buzz said smugly" i have 2 potty books and one i have completely memorized so that when we sit on the potty, i can recite the right things on the right pages so that it truly looks like i am reading it. i am still really into my trains also. i go pee pee in the potty almost every day, before my bath. mommy and daddy say it isn't time for me to get potty trained yet, they just let me do it for fun at night. of course, last night i peed on my train tracks and crapped in the tub, which i guess is not what they want me to do, but don't tell anyone, okay?
i hardly ever use a sippy cup any more, my crib has been taken apart and put upstairs and i can open almost every door in the house. i can also move furniture (like chairs and toy boxes) to high places i want to go so i can reach the things i want that mommy doesn't want me to have like medicine, and steak knives. mostly i am trying to get at my vitamines, but you know, i'll take what i can get. i can also fake burp and fake snore. today i am getting my second hair cut and i got a new pair of shoes. there were a total of 3 pair of shoes i could choose from in the whole stride rite beause of my big ol' feet. one was ugly, the other one tied and it didn't really matter what the last pair looked like because those were my only choices! well, i will try to post more often, because i have really left out a lot of suer duper cool stuff.
i got every toy ever created for kissmas. thomas trains....tracks.....dvds...an elmo doll that can move as much as a person...a sit and spin...clothes....just everything. it was really freakin fun.
auntie karen and jim came for a visit and they brought more presents. karen brings very cool presents and i really like her alot. i wish they didn't leave. we went out to eat ribs, which i loved. mommy calls them dinosaur bones. she has a lot of strange names for regular food. it is all to try to get me to eat it. it usually works. who wouldn't eat vampire chili? or gobble gobble stew? you just can't pass up, i'm telling ya.
me and daddy went on a trip without mommy. we went to florida to see gramma and papa, auntie kendra and my cousins. it was fun. and you could hardly tell mommy wan't there because she called on the phone often. really really really often. i had a great time with daddy. we went to the beach and did all kinds of fun stuff.
mommy wants me to post some of the more clever things i say, but as a fluent talker, really, there just isn't any point. i am clever. i say clever things. big whoop. they have been telling me since one i was a genius. yet they remain surprised each time i say something smart.
i am really into singing these days and i am very good at it. i am also into 2 movies. i mean BIG time. "cars" and "toy story." i have the "toy story" book and i have 2 pages (at least) that i have completely memorized and recite often, including "woody scoffed" and "buzz said smugly" i have 2 potty books and one i have completely memorized so that when we sit on the potty, i can recite the right things on the right pages so that it truly looks like i am reading it. i am still really into my trains also. i go pee pee in the potty almost every day, before my bath. mommy and daddy say it isn't time for me to get potty trained yet, they just let me do it for fun at night. of course, last night i peed on my train tracks and crapped in the tub, which i guess is not what they want me to do, but don't tell anyone, okay?
i hardly ever use a sippy cup any more, my crib has been taken apart and put upstairs and i can open almost every door in the house. i can also move furniture (like chairs and toy boxes) to high places i want to go so i can reach the things i want that mommy doesn't want me to have like medicine, and steak knives. mostly i am trying to get at my vitamines, but you know, i'll take what i can get. i can also fake burp and fake snore. today i am getting my second hair cut and i got a new pair of shoes. there were a total of 3 pair of shoes i could choose from in the whole stride rite beause of my big ol' feet. one was ugly, the other one tied and it didn't really matter what the last pair looked like because those were my only choices! well, i will try to post more often, because i have really left out a lot of suer duper cool stuff.
Saturday, December 23, 2006
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.
we had a dress rehearsal for the christmas pageant today. i don't even want to talk about it.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
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.
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.
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
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
Saturday, November 11, 2006
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
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
Monday, November 06, 2006
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.
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.
Friday, November 03, 2006
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.
i
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.
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.
i
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.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
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.
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.
Friday, September 08, 2006
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!
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!
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
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.
Friday, August 25, 2006
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.
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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.
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.
Friday, August 11, 2006
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.
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.
Thursday, August 10, 2006
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
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
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