language barrier

so lasterday when i was chillin' in my crib before i decided that i needed to really get up i noticed that i have friends in my crib. mostly tigger and winnie the pooh-ish type friends on my bumper. so i tried to say hi to them in my bestest type voice:

"goo"

but they didn't seem to respond.
so i trialed spanish as well:

"goo"

still nothing...so i gave up and talked to my mobile insteads. they may not talks back, but at least they dance and sing, so that's something. and they seems to like my gurgles as well, so i think we are friends...now if only i could figure out what the bumper speaks...finnish perhaps?

chair yoga

so when kylee-toaster-baby got baptized lasterweekend, i got the enjoyment of visiting with all my relations...which was nice. although nice, it was also tired making, so after a long saturdays morning of visiting, i decided to unwind a bit...

with some chair yoga. which is properly practiced while watching veggietales sitting in dad's chair. very relaxing, though my relations thought it was more humourous and less relaxing. anyways, it works for me.

later.

commited

so laster weekend we formalized mmy commitment to church. i figured it was time, i mean i first visited the young adult ministry when i was just three days old and only half the baby i am now and have been a regular church-goer and bible study-er since then so we went for it. my grammas and grampas were all there along with some of my aunts and uncles and my flavorite church friends too.

anyways, i'm official, thought you'd want to know.

self-motivation

so since mom is often occupado with baby-ish stuff like nursings and rockings and such, i've decided to start my own railway line...i just have to make sure to avoid becoming a monopoly, because that involves alot of money and the game takes forever, way past bedtime even, and i can never decision which piece i want to be...dog or hat or iron or luke skywalker...really, which is best? and really, being banker takes counting beyond twelve, so that's too hard...so i think i'll stick to just the one line in my play room, that seems safe, doesn't it?

anyway, need to go get in mischeifs while kylee distracts mom.

later.

disturbing

just when i thought it was okay to hang out on my playmats in the middlage of the room, when suddenly i realizable that something was wrong...
very wrongish, disturbing even...
seriously, guys, this isn't fun-making!
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!
she's gonna eat me!
the hippotopamus...hitopotomi...the hippo. whatever it is, saves me!

slight problems

so lasterday was valentine's day, which was fairly good to me this year...got some cool cards (including a moving one from my aunt with a bulldozer on it!) and some candy (far better than the girly-fied shirts that kylee got) however someone played a vile trick on some of my candys...they had coconut-y strawberry stuff inside. for future reference-

• chocolate with caramel = good
• chocolate with weird fruit concoctions = bad.

all for now.

my first valentine's day

hope you have a happy one.

i'll be spending mine hanging out with gramma for lunch then resuming my standardish schedule of eating and sleepings.

my acceptance speech

so earlier today i found out that i have been admitted to the halls of higher learning. yes, all that hard work this year paid off, and i will finally be able to learn real things...like purple and red are not (in fact) the same color...and how to paint using brushes in an intentional mannerism...and...
whatever else there is beyond "no scratching/play with blocks"
yep, i'm headed to the big leagues, and no longer going to call the minnow room my home at school...
i'm going to the two year old class!
next septembers, of course. wouldn't want to rush these things.

premature balding

month two, day five or six...is hardish to count that high:
new observe-able-i appear to be losing some of my beautiful hairs. i may be rocking the combover this summer after all. and they say premature balding is a boy problem...

my girl (s)

so lasterweek i got invited out with some very classy ladies to play at the park...
which was funnish and all, however mom still operates by the misapprehension that sticks and trees are not for the playing with. dirt either...i mean, it's clearly the funnest part of the park. but my girl friends seem to agree as they did not join me in playing with the landscaping bits. maybe they will at our next play date...it's a thought.

hibernatings

month 2, day 1

eating-good-full

snuggling-good-full

blankies-good-full

getting smacked in the side of the head with an errant stuffed animal that "accidentaly" swung in my directions-bad-ness

sidenote: hibernating for four to six hours during the nights seems to make mom and dad happy-ish...considering varying lengths of hibernatings and gauging parented reactions. more data to come.

unrelated note

i did not want to let everyone get the impression that i have an archaic sexist views of houseworks, so in cased you were curious, i also helps with all my laundry and my hamper...

on an unrelated note, the dryer mysteriously quitted working today so me and dad went to lowe's and ordered some new dryers...which is good as i rubbed strawberry jam into my sleeve to get it off of my mouth this afternoon and it does not go with my shirt's color.

impolite

so it may be impolited to asks a lady her age or weights, but i'm not shyness yet about this, so i allowables the publication of my statistics:

• age-4 weaks
• height- about 22 1/4 inches...but i squirmed, so it's still prolly a secret
• weight- 10.8 pounds...which means if i maintain my rate of growth, i should outweigh dad before i start preschool...so maybe i should figure out how to cut back...after this snack.

oh, and just so you know, I am pulling my weight around the house...

see, I helped with laundry and everything!