I learned to put on my own jacket. Come see!
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Nice wake-up time
When it was time to get up this morning, mama climbed in bed with me and we talked for a little bit.
I sat up and mama said "Hey there!"
"Don't say that."
So mama said "Howdy, dude!"
"No, don't say that, either."
So mama said "Hi!"
"No, don't say any 'hi' words."
Then she kissed me on the side of my face.
"Don't say any kissing words either! I just want you to talk to me."
So she asked me about my dreams last night. I dreamed about one of my shirts. Not my pajama shirts, one of the ones in my closet. But I don't need to wear that one today.
Time to turn on the light! Click.
"Ow, my eyes!" and mama said "ow, my eyes!"
"No, not your eyes, my eyes. Say 'ow, your eyes!'"
Mama 'splained that I could say 'my eyes' and she could say 'my eyes' because the light hurt both of our eyes. So we tried it again.
"Ow, my eyes!" and mama said "ow, my eyes!"
Yeah. That works.
Got all dressed (wanted to wear my ghost shirt today and my giraffe boots) and got ready to head downstairs.
"Can I watch some Noggin please? That's what I'm going to say to daddy."
And I did.
I sat up and mama said "Hey there!"
"Don't say that."
So mama said "Howdy, dude!"
"No, don't say that, either."
So mama said "Hi!"
"No, don't say any 'hi' words."
Then she kissed me on the side of my face.
"Don't say any kissing words either! I just want you to talk to me."
So she asked me about my dreams last night. I dreamed about one of my shirts. Not my pajama shirts, one of the ones in my closet. But I don't need to wear that one today.
Time to turn on the light! Click.
"Ow, my eyes!" and mama said "ow, my eyes!"
"No, not your eyes, my eyes. Say 'ow, your eyes!'"
Mama 'splained that I could say 'my eyes' and she could say 'my eyes' because the light hurt both of our eyes. So we tried it again.
"Ow, my eyes!" and mama said "ow, my eyes!"
Yeah. That works.
Got all dressed (wanted to wear my ghost shirt today and my giraffe boots) and got ready to head downstairs.
"Can I watch some Noggin please? That's what I'm going to say to daddy."
And I did.
Sunday, October 18, 2009
Happy bike riding, in the dark
After dinner, it was dark but mama said I could go for a bike ride. Yay! I now like to be Toad, a friend of Mario and Luigi, when I'm riding. His head looks a little like a helmet.
We got out my bike and mama put the bike light on it. I rode happily down the street.
We got to the next street over and I looked back at mama and said "No, I love you!" and that made her happy and she said "No, I love you!" and I said "No, I love you!" and she said "No, I love you!" and I said "Oh, ok, I'm sorry".
Then a minute later I put on my brakes (which I have just recently learned and at which I am already quite adept). "Oh! We fohgot my helmet!!!! We better go back home!" And mama was so surprised but realized I was right. And I felt very bad for forgetting my helmet and I apologized. Mama said "it's not your fault".
To which I replied "Oh, it's your fault!"
Mama just said that it's nobody's fault, it's just that neither of us remembered.
But I know that really means it was her fault.
We got out my bike and mama put the bike light on it. I rode happily down the street.
We got to the next street over and I looked back at mama and said "No, I love you!" and that made her happy and she said "No, I love you!" and I said "No, I love you!" and she said "No, I love you!" and I said "Oh, ok, I'm sorry".
Then a minute later I put on my brakes (which I have just recently learned and at which I am already quite adept). "Oh! We fohgot my helmet!!!! We better go back home!" And mama was so surprised but realized I was right. And I felt very bad for forgetting my helmet and I apologized. Mama said "it's not your fault".
To which I replied "Oh, it's your fault!"
Mama just said that it's nobody's fault, it's just that neither of us remembered.
But I know that really means it was her fault.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Tigers and Giraffes
A couple of weeks ago my Hallowe'en costume arrived in the mail. I am afraid of tigers, so I decided to confront my fear and be a tiger this year.
ROOOAAARRR! I love being a tiger! I want to wear my costume all the time. I especially like running at people and watching them freak out...like I used to freak out when I saw a tiger. The best part is when they scream and yell "AAAAHHH! There's a tiger in my house!" Heee heee heee, it's just me.
The night the costume came, I was so excited about it that I didn't want to take it off, even though mama was going to take me up to the Bethany fountain and toy store. She could tell I wanted to be a tiger, so she let me leave the costume on while we went out! Daddy doesn't like people looking at us but mama doesn't mind and daddy wasn't with us so off we went. The fountain wasn't on, but we went for a nice walk and went to the toy store and got a smoothie and then some Subway sandwiches for dinner. A lot of kids were really excited to see tiger-me, and I bet more than one went home and wanted to get into their costume.
The other day I posted a video of me goofing around before bed. I was wearing my new pajamas. Mama had to make me let her put them on me, mostly because I don't really like new things. I'm very very particular about clothes, even though I've gotten better over the last year. There are things in my closet that mama loves and keeps trying to sneak on me but I am much too smart for that, thankyouverymuch. These pajamas were one of those things for a while. We had quite the debate before I finally deigned to allow her to put them on me. And once she did I complained that they were too warm, too hard, too anything.
She distracted me with silly face time.
And then, time for more new stuff. She pulled these silly giraffe boots out of my closet. She bought them a while ago but they were too big for a long time. They fit me now. And I like them! Hurrah!
Their name is Melman. We did our yoga.
The giraffe boots are now a staple of my pre-bedtime routine.
ROOOAAARRR! I love being a tiger! I want to wear my costume all the time. I especially like running at people and watching them freak out...like I used to freak out when I saw a tiger. The best part is when they scream and yell "AAAAHHH! There's a tiger in my house!" Heee heee heee, it's just me.
The night the costume came, I was so excited about it that I didn't want to take it off, even though mama was going to take me up to the Bethany fountain and toy store. She could tell I wanted to be a tiger, so she let me leave the costume on while we went out! Daddy doesn't like people looking at us but mama doesn't mind and daddy wasn't with us so off we went. The fountain wasn't on, but we went for a nice walk and went to the toy store and got a smoothie and then some Subway sandwiches for dinner. A lot of kids were really excited to see tiger-me, and I bet more than one went home and wanted to get into their costume.
The other day I posted a video of me goofing around before bed. I was wearing my new pajamas. Mama had to make me let her put them on me, mostly because I don't really like new things. I'm very very particular about clothes, even though I've gotten better over the last year. There are things in my closet that mama loves and keeps trying to sneak on me but I am much too smart for that, thankyouverymuch. These pajamas were one of those things for a while. We had quite the debate before I finally deigned to allow her to put them on me. And once she did I complained that they were too warm, too hard, too anything.
She distracted me with silly face time.
And then, time for more new stuff. She pulled these silly giraffe boots out of my closet. She bought them a while ago but they were too big for a long time. They fit me now. And I like them! Hurrah!
Their name is Melman. We did our yoga.
The giraffe boots are now a staple of my pre-bedtime routine.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Early mornings
This morning, mama came in early to wake me up but I didn't want to move. So she says "The sun is up, everybody up! Wash, brush, comb, dress, get up!"
I looked at her and just said "I don't want to do any of those things. And I'm not everybody, I'm just one person."
So she finally got me to turn on the light, and she opened the window and I was rotated on my bed with my face down 'cause the light was bright and I still didn't want to get up yet.
And she says "If you want me to help you get dressed, you'd better get moving".
I start wiggling my bottom and mama asks "what are you doing?"
"Moving!"
I looked at her and just said "I don't want to do any of those things. And I'm not everybody, I'm just one person."
So she finally got me to turn on the light, and she opened the window and I was rotated on my bed with my face down 'cause the light was bright and I still didn't want to get up yet.
And she says "If you want me to help you get dressed, you'd better get moving".
I start wiggling my bottom and mama asks "what are you doing?"
"Moving!"
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Doody
Last Monday mama and daddy and I went to the doctor's office because the doctor was going to take some pictures of the baby that's in mama's tummy. I don't like the room they take the pictures in; last time, it was too scary and daddy had to take me back out to the waiting room.
We talked about it quite a bit this time, and I was ready. I knew mama needed me to be brave. And I was. I was still wary of that table that mama had to lie down on but I sat with daddy and watched the tv screen where they were showing creepy black and white pictures of something they said was a baby. And after a while I let mama hold my hand. I was brave.
So ok, I was wrong, no baby sister, it's a little boy in there. The lady working the machine said "yep, that's definitely a boy" so I guess the baby must have passed her a note or something.
Daddy took me to school and I made it there for gym time. After mama got home that night, I told her that in that scary doctor's room..."I held your hand and it made me so much happy!"
Mama read me some books before bed that night. I picked out the "Inside Mommy" book about babies before they're born. At the part where the doctor listens to the baby's heartbeat, I wanted to listen to the heartbeat so I put my head on mama's tummy to hear it. But that baby kicked me in the head! I jumped up, a little confused. Mama said the baby was just saying "hi". But she must have forgot..."babies can't talk, mama."
Now that they know it's a boy, they're looking for names. Mama asked me the other day what we should name the baby. I thought about it and said "How about Doody?" That made mama laugh so much she made me go tell daddy.
Now let us end this baby-centric post with a reminder about what's really important in life.
ME!
Mama got out her camera tonight...
...and I said "how 'bout I show my belly?"
...so I did!
Then before brushing teeth, must make SCARY faces!
Oooh, this one is scary.
Grrrr.
Yowza!
We talked about it quite a bit this time, and I was ready. I knew mama needed me to be brave. And I was. I was still wary of that table that mama had to lie down on but I sat with daddy and watched the tv screen where they were showing creepy black and white pictures of something they said was a baby. And after a while I let mama hold my hand. I was brave.
So ok, I was wrong, no baby sister, it's a little boy in there. The lady working the machine said "yep, that's definitely a boy" so I guess the baby must have passed her a note or something.
Daddy took me to school and I made it there for gym time. After mama got home that night, I told her that in that scary doctor's room..."I held your hand and it made me so much happy!"
Mama read me some books before bed that night. I picked out the "Inside Mommy" book about babies before they're born. At the part where the doctor listens to the baby's heartbeat, I wanted to listen to the heartbeat so I put my head on mama's tummy to hear it. But that baby kicked me in the head! I jumped up, a little confused. Mama said the baby was just saying "hi". But she must have forgot..."babies can't talk, mama."
Now that they know it's a boy, they're looking for names. Mama asked me the other day what we should name the baby. I thought about it and said "How about Doody?" That made mama laugh so much she made me go tell daddy.
Now let us end this baby-centric post with a reminder about what's really important in life.
ME!
Mama got out her camera tonight...
...and I said "how 'bout I show my belly?"
...so I did!
Then before brushing teeth, must make SCARY faces!
Oooh, this one is scary.
Grrrr.
Yowza!
I'm also Luigi
Last post I said I was grandma. I didn't mention that sometimes I'm Luigi. As in Mario's brother. I like to put on my hat and pretend I'm Luigi.
Mama let me ride my tricycle one last time on our street with just my hat. I was a mailman, bringing the mail back home!
That's great and lots of fun except it presented a challenge when it came to riding my bike, because Luigi rides his motorcycle on Mario Kart and he never has to wear a helmet, he just wears a hat. That logic was completely escaping mama and daddy, who were insisting that I wear a helmet if I was going to ride my bike. We compromised by my leaving the bike at home.
My last cycling adventure sans helmet, after dropping the mail off with daddy
Yesterday I decided I could pretend I was Ian when I am riding my bike because while Luigi doesn't wear a helmet, Ian does. So I got on my bike (with my helmet) and did a lot of bike riding.
Come to the blog to see the video.
Today I rode so so far! Now that I'm on my bike, mama has to walk a lot faster to keep up with me. We went all the way to the end of our street, down the next street over, then turned around and came back! Then I dropped off the bike and took my tricycle on a ride in the other direction! Mama and daddy are so proud of me and I'm so proud of myself. I couldn't stop beaming when I got home. I wanted to go out for another ride after dinner but mama said no because it was dark and I was looking sleepy.
Mama let me ride my tricycle one last time on our street with just my hat. I was a mailman, bringing the mail back home!
That's great and lots of fun except it presented a challenge when it came to riding my bike, because Luigi rides his motorcycle on Mario Kart and he never has to wear a helmet, he just wears a hat. That logic was completely escaping mama and daddy, who were insisting that I wear a helmet if I was going to ride my bike. We compromised by my leaving the bike at home.
My last cycling adventure sans helmet, after dropping the mail off with daddy
Yesterday I decided I could pretend I was Ian when I am riding my bike because while Luigi doesn't wear a helmet, Ian does. So I got on my bike (with my helmet) and did a lot of bike riding.
Come to the blog to see the video.
Today I rode so so far! Now that I'm on my bike, mama has to walk a lot faster to keep up with me. We went all the way to the end of our street, down the next street over, then turned around and came back! Then I dropped off the bike and took my tricycle on a ride in the other direction! Mama and daddy are so proud of me and I'm so proud of myself. I couldn't stop beaming when I got home. I wanted to go out for another ride after dinner but mama said no because it was dark and I was looking sleepy.
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