I'm bringing back the 80s, sideways baseball cap style. What of it? It's cute.
February 18, 2011
Because I'm Cool Like Dat
I'm bringing back the 80s, sideways baseball cap style. What of it? It's cute.
I Am So Smart, S-M-R-T
Mom awoke in a daze this morning, exhausted from it having been a long week. She reluctantly rose from her bed and stumbled into my room to release me from the prison known as my crib, where I had been screaming for the last ten minutes or so. She changed my diaper, got me dressed, and carried me downstairs to make some breakfast.
As usual, I was hungry right away, and wanted food NOW. Mom shuffled around the living room, looking for my snack cup that contained a few left-over crackers from the evening before. She handed it to me and proceeded into the kitchen to get my breakfast ready.
I contentedly snacked away while Mom prepared my meal. She sat down at the computer while I finished my breakfast, and got up when she realized my drink cup was out of water. I handed her the drink cup, then handed her an empty snack cup, asking her to fill both. She headed back into the kitchen where she gave me more water to drink and more crackers to eat.
A few moments later Mom found me playing in the recycling bin in the kitchen. As she pulled me away from the bin, she reached down to grab my snack cup and water cup that was sitting on the floor nearby. It was then that she realized there wasn't just one snack cup there on the floor, but two. Realizing that Mom wasn't paying much attention this morning, I switched the snack cup she gave me first thing this morning with an empty snack cup Mom thought she had put in the dishwasher the other night, and I ended up with one half-full snack cup, and another completely full snack cup.
I'm pretty proud of how sneaky I was.
As usual, I was hungry right away, and wanted food NOW. Mom shuffled around the living room, looking for my snack cup that contained a few left-over crackers from the evening before. She handed it to me and proceeded into the kitchen to get my breakfast ready.
I contentedly snacked away while Mom prepared my meal. She sat down at the computer while I finished my breakfast, and got up when she realized my drink cup was out of water. I handed her the drink cup, then handed her an empty snack cup, asking her to fill both. She headed back into the kitchen where she gave me more water to drink and more crackers to eat.
A few moments later Mom found me playing in the recycling bin in the kitchen. As she pulled me away from the bin, she reached down to grab my snack cup and water cup that was sitting on the floor nearby. It was then that she realized there wasn't just one snack cup there on the floor, but two. Realizing that Mom wasn't paying much attention this morning, I switched the snack cup she gave me first thing this morning with an empty snack cup Mom thought she had put in the dishwasher the other night, and I ended up with one half-full snack cup, and another completely full snack cup.
I'm pretty proud of how sneaky I was.
February 17, 2011
Sympathy for Others
There's a game I like to play with Mom called "chase the bird." You see, we have a pet cockatiel, and sometimes Mom lets him perch outside of his cage. When it's time for him to go back in his cage, though, he isn't always cooperative, and sometimes Mom ends up having to chase after him. She tries to convince the bird to step onto her hand or shoulder, then she tries to whisk him into the bathroom, where she can close the door, grab the bird into her hands in the darkness, then take him to his cage.
When Mom is at the point of chasing the bird, I join in with the game. As she runs between the living room and kitchen, attempting to entice the bird into stepping off the stovetop or a lamp, I run with her. As I run, I laugh and scream, and I skip around. With my endless energy keeping me going, I never tire of the game, and I'll play it as long as Mom and the bird.
Today, the bird was particularly stubborn and Mom started getting tired of running around. Realizing that the bird wasn't going to cooperate, she had to come up with some new tactics to catch him. At one point Mom reached out as the bird took flight from the kitchen countertop and caught him by the tail. The bird became angry, bit Mom, flapped his wings harder, and started to squawk loudly. Mom almost immediately let him go again, and he flew to safety of the top of his cage. But hearing the bird's cries of distress, I got upset and began to cry. I felt so badly for the bird, and I was afraid he had been hurt. Mom assured me that the bird was okay, but I just could not calm down.
Mom eventually chased the bird upstairs and into my room, where she was able to corner him and grab him from behind. She carried him against her chest, brought him downstairs, and placed him in his cage. I stood next to the cage watching him for a few moments, just to be sure he was okay.
Games are always fun until someone gets hurt, then I feel bad.
When Mom is at the point of chasing the bird, I join in with the game. As she runs between the living room and kitchen, attempting to entice the bird into stepping off the stovetop or a lamp, I run with her. As I run, I laugh and scream, and I skip around. With my endless energy keeping me going, I never tire of the game, and I'll play it as long as Mom and the bird.
Today, the bird was particularly stubborn and Mom started getting tired of running around. Realizing that the bird wasn't going to cooperate, she had to come up with some new tactics to catch him. At one point Mom reached out as the bird took flight from the kitchen countertop and caught him by the tail. The bird became angry, bit Mom, flapped his wings harder, and started to squawk loudly. Mom almost immediately let him go again, and he flew to safety of the top of his cage. But hearing the bird's cries of distress, I got upset and began to cry. I felt so badly for the bird, and I was afraid he had been hurt. Mom assured me that the bird was okay, but I just could not calm down.
Mom eventually chased the bird upstairs and into my room, where she was able to corner him and grab him from behind. She carried him against her chest, brought him downstairs, and placed him in his cage. I stood next to the cage watching him for a few moments, just to be sure he was okay.
Games are always fun until someone gets hurt, then I feel bad.
February 14, 2011
February 13, 2011
Snow Bunny
Really, Mom? It's 45 degrees outside. I have to wear this to go play in the snow? This is for a three to six month old baby! I don't care that it "technically" fits. I'm not a baby.
And don't think that offering me chocolate after I got back inside made me feel any better about having to wear that snowsuit.
February 12, 2011
16 Months
Mom said she's going to try to be better at posting pictures on here from the camera now that our move is over and things have settled, more or less, into a routine.
16 Months
16 Months
16.5 Months
February 10, 2011
Painted Hearts
Valentine's hearts cut by Mom, and painted by me.
Earlier this week Mom brought out a blank page of blue paper and a blank page of green paper. She set the colored paper down on the kitchen floor, then dabbed some pink and orange finger paint on each piece of paper. I did my best to create fun designs on the paper and cover myself and the floor in as much paint as possible. Mom then set the pieces of colored paper aside to dry. After the paper dried, Mom drew some hearts and cut them out.
And this is how they look.
(I'm going to try to get Mom to take a better picture, with the real camera, not her phone.)
Maybe I'll send a few to my grandparents, that is if I can get Mom to part with any of them.
Maybe I'll send a few to my grandparents, that is if I can get Mom to part with any of them.
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