Skills

Mamma and Daddy turned things around on me. Normally I point at things and they name them. But today, they asked me where the picture was and I pointed at it up on the wall. Mamma and Daddy love to see me learn and grow. So I thought it would be a nice reward to show them how much their naming things has helped me learn words.

Wheeere's Daddy?

There he is!

Expressions

Oh! Now I get it. So this is what they mean by "biting off more than you can chew".

"I" am the center of attention

It's all about me. I will be fed when I am hungry. I will eat cheese with every meal, and sometimes exclusively cheese. I will be played with when I am playful. I will not nap because they are not fun. I will be taken outside at all hours of the day (I don't care if it is cold, or windy, or raining). I will listen to "mahna-mahna" a thousand times over and over and over, even if Mamma and Daddy prefer "L is such a lovely letter". The vacuum cleaner shall not be run, and babies will not cry in my vicinity. Each day I am learning more and more about my universe. And I know eventually I will have to learn how to share. But in the meantime, I am the master of my universe!

New dance moves

I love dancing to all kinds of music. Especially roll'n'rock music.

Hair products

I'm trying to figure out what to do with my curls and lack of bangs. But maybe hair gel isn't the way to go. Tomorrow I'll try teasing my hair instead.

Peek-a-boo

I found you!

Sunny days

So much to do. So much to see. Birds tweet. Wind rustles. Cars zoom. Dogs woof. People smile. Must go out. Must see. No time for naps. Daddy, Daddy, I said no time for naps. Can we Please go out again?

Earth day

Dear Earth: Happy 54,600,000,000th (or so) mirthday! I really appreciate spending time with you, and wish you the best of health.

Online purchases

Why no Mamma. I certainly don't know who ordered all those baby shoes and baby clothing and baby toys and baby books. It most definitely wasn't me.

PARTY!

When it's warm, we party! We barbecue, we eat lots of food, and we hang out with lots of people. I hope it's warm again tomorrow so we can have another party!

Retraction

Errr. Yeah. So about my super powers. Not so much with the healing. Instead I transformed my fever into roseola. Now I have pink dots all over my face. Not what I was going for.

More super powers

I had a fever yesterday. So I used my super-healing to get better. No, it wasn't just a 24 hour bug. I have super powers thank you very much.

Star wars

These are not the droids you are looking for.

Independence

Who's the boss, applesauce?

Will they ever stop?

Mamma and Daddy are completely exhausting me! They keep making me point to things so they can name them. Enough already. I know they're smart. How many times do they have to prove it over and over and over and over? It's still going to be a tree no matter how many times I point at it.

Hookah

`Who are you?' said the Caterpillar.

Music appreciation

I look so much like my Mamma, I sometimes worry that Daddy feels left out. Okay. I don't really worry that much. I look like him too. But that's the excuse I use so that Mamma feels okay with me taking after Daddy's music appreciation. No offense to Mamma, but we all know who plays the drums in the family.

Intelligence

I keep telling Mamma and Daddy how smart I am. But they just don't seem to understand. Hopefully by showing them my I,Q, they'll finally get it.

Light as a feather

I eat and eat and eat. If it's put in front of me, I'll eat it. And I'll eat a lot of it. But I just can't seem to put on much weight. I'm not even 20lbs yet according to the nice Doctorman. Maybe that's because I eat one-handed. Or because I have Daddy's metabolism.

Daycaremates

A new baby started at daycare today. Everytime he cries, I cry too. And louder. I go red in the face even. Mamma and Daddy and Daycarelady have it all wrong. They think I'm an attention hog trying to get the attention directed back to me. Or that I'm a control freak trying to control my environment. But I'm not. I'm highly empathic, and it really really REALLY hurts me to see/hear someone else cry. Even if it is a baby.

Oh. And I've been instructed to mention that Daddy bought me this cute outfit.

Superpowers

I developed a new superpower! I can shrink Daddy's head. And then make it big again. And then shrink it again. And then make it big again. SuperBaby!

Where did it go?

Where's my cheese? I had it a second ago. But now I can't seem to find it. It must be around here someplace.

12 months!!

Goodbye being a baby. Hello toddlerhood! I'm embracing being a toddler. It's incredibly fun to have Mamma and Daddy and Mormor chase after me. And the wobbling makes me giggle. I only wish I could run faster. I love the wind in my hair.

I'm feeding myself. And drinking by myself (but I've hear that's not a healthy thing). Every now and then, I'll let Mamma and Daddy feed me with a spoon. But mostly I'll feed myself, thank you very much. I am a toddler now.

I call Mamma "mamma", Daddy "dada", and my bottle "baba". "Mmmm" is food, and please read to me. I also give Mamma and Daddy books when I want them to read to me, point to the cookie box when I want to eat them, give Mormor the giraffe when I want to have her do the funny noises. In general, I've trained Mamma and Daddy very well to understand me. I'm proud to have trained them so well. After all I am a toddler. Have I mentioned I'm a toddler?

I love the outdoors. Mamma and Daddy tell me it's just because of the long winter. But I think it's because there's so much to see and hear. I love to watch the cars drive by. Zoom zoom.

I must have a wicked sense of humor, as I'm always making Mamma and Daddy laugh.

1 year!!

I survived my first year! Woohoo! But I also found out that Mamma and Daddy were holding out on me. Cupcakes! Cookies! Couscous! Liverwurst! Lemons! So many flavors. I must eat more!

Presents are good. I love my noisy toys and the nice paper. And new clothing! I've been wearing the same thing for the last 3 months, so I'm excited to finally get new stuff to wear! Thank you to all the gift-givers (Mamma and Daddy told me it was polite to say thank you). Please send more!

First birthday celebration continues

Mamma?
Daddy?
Mormor?

Lemon? As a birthday celebration gift? Really? That's the best they could come up with? Never mind that I went back for more!

First birthday celebration

This party's lame. I'm out.

To dos

Things I want to do before I turn 1:
(6) Wean myself from the bottle.
Status: Yeah. Right.

Priorities

No. I do not want to pose with my Canada shirt. I want to watch the big TV. Come on!

Hhhhnnnnnnngggghh

I eat a normal diet. So why do I poop rocks? I don't eat them. I swear. Okay. Maybe once.

Pride

Not only did I cut out 2 naps in anticipation of Mormor's arrival tomorrow (I'm sure I've made her proud), I also earned my first paycheck. For listening to all this music (though they definitely won't be making an album anytime soon) an experimenter paid me with a book. Do I have to declare that on my taxes?

Going against science

Silly scientific theories. Although my "hair whorl" says I'm supposed to be a rightie, I'm doing my darnest to go against science and make myself a leftie (it is an election year after all). Either that, or I'll just eat the proper British/Canadian/Australian way and keep my right hand free for when I learn how to use a knife (cue scary horror music).