Things are marvy

Boy, I sure like my barn. The animals make fun noises. Mama says there's a stable and more animals that go with this and maybe Santa will bring them for me. I don't think I've met this "Santa" fellow but if he would bring me toys then he's OK by me.

Rocking on my elephant again... I like to bring my little Lego man with me. He sits on the elephant's head. Mama named the little Lego man "Steve" but I think that's a silly name for a little Lego man. I think I'll call him "Oleg".















Mama says I have a shoe fetish. But that's not true, I just have a favorite pair of shoes. They are my brown leather hippy sandals. And I love them. Sometimes mama or dada will put on my sneakers or slippers. But I get upset and ask them nicely (ha! ha!) to put on my other shoes. This weekend, mama got out my Nikes from the suitcase under my crib that has all the stuff that's too big for me. They are really neat, black and red, and they just might be my new favorites.

Did I tell you I can walk up and down the stairs by myself? I hold the wall or the rail and step step step. No more crawling for me!



Mama got a new toy this weekend, a new tripod for her camera 'cause the other one broke. She played with it all night last night. She took lots of pictures of Dada and me, but mostly me.

WOW

A lot has been going on lately. One thing is that I decided the time was right for me to start talking a little more. I mean, I communicate a lot over the internet here on this blog, but there's something to be said for actual interpersonal interaction.

Who am I? Mama

Who is that? Is that Grandpa? Baba

How is dinner? Yummy

What does the kitty say? Yeom

What do you think of the sock there on the floor? Wow!

Please don't bother me...I'm very busy.

Just some stuff.

I am, like, totally a rock god. Carson and his mama gave me this guitar. I played with it lots every time I went to their house. It's very nice and loud and so much fun to play with. I don't understand why Carson's mama wanted it out of their house tho.















This is Carson. When he was at my house this week he was reading to Bailey. I think he was teaching her animal sounds. She's actually pretty good at them already. Next time maybe he should help her work on her shapes. She's terrible at those.














Teamwork! Here, Carson is helping me rock on my elephant while he sits on Nemo.

Grandma R gave me a Halloween card. I like to look at it while I'm eating. It's pretty gunky from getting handled so much during mealtimes.

I LOVE to buckle the straps on my booster seat. I'm really good at it. When I get everything snapped together, I have to yell for help and mama or dada unbuckle them for me so I can go at it again. This is actually a good way to keep me occupied for about ten minutes.

Me and my dog.

DUDE!

Okay, so this was from last month but it's a good story. So one day, my friend Carson came over. We had lots of fun. We played with my blocks and with my play house. Then I climbed up on the platform on my play house. Of course I had my juice with me.


Then I went down the slide. Wheeeee! Boy, that was fun. I should do it again.

So then I went around and through the door and back up onto the platform.

Wait a stinkin' minute! Do you think this is some sort of handoff?

So this dude takes my juice cup and runs off. What's going on here?

Like, no hard feelings, man.

Cluck/Quack

I found my halloween costume on the stairs this morning waiting to go back into my closet. It looked like fun so I asked mama to put it on me. She only put the top part on (though I made her put the bottoms on me later). Then I flapped my wings and quacked. No big deal...duck...chicken...they're all the same underneath the feathers.


Chicken snack! Maybe corn would have been more appropriate.


Behold! I am Hans, the world-famous amazing vacuuming chicken. Here to vacuum for your viewing pleasure.