Saturday, February 28, 2009
Library
Friday, February 27, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Who's almost 2?
Up, up on the shoulders. No, I don't want to be this high up. Yogurt, I want yogurt. No, not that kind of yogurt. Now you ruined it and I don't want yogurt. Books, read me books. No, not in that voice. Well, now you ruined that too. I'm hungry. No, I don't want to eat food. I'm just hungry. Geez, why can't Mamma and Daddy do anything right?
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Frieda
Monday, February 23, 2009
Mormorcare
Sunday, February 22, 2009
The vault
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
Barry Alvarez says thanks
Brother
Mamma and Daddy think that Skully is camera shy because his hands are ALWAYS in front of his face. Having been where he's been, I know he's not camera shy, I know he's just cramped for space. Mamma's a belly hog and doesn't share her insides much. And it must be even harder for him as he's already an estimated 4lbs 8oz!
Thursday, February 19, 2009
The good old days
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Moon
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Smart pills
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Q: Am I looking forward to meeting my brother? addendum
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Will you be my Valentine?
Friday, February 13, 2009
Breakfast addendum
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
Breakfast
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Goldbug
Monday, February 9, 2009
Behavioral shaping
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Heat wave


Yay! The snow melted enough that I got a chance to preview the fall fashions while visiting the zoo! The lions and tigers and bears were outside. They seemed really tame though. The real animals at the zoo were all the big kids pushing and shoving me for a better view, and the teenagers in t-shirts acting like monkeys.
Saturday, February 7, 2009
22 months!
I can do a somersault, and I caught air today jumping for the first time (I was so excited it was my mirthday). I obviously inherited Mamma's tendency to not watch where she's walking. But that's okay, it's nice to bump into people and say hi. And since I have almost no stranger anxiety, I love meeting new people.
I LOVE to dance. First I strike a pose, then I bop around for a while, and then ultimately I end up dancing in circles until I fall down (go boom!). I also LOVE music. And I'm quite critical of what I listen to. I prefer progressive rock, techno, indie, and the looped sounds my toys make over and over and over and over again. Daddy's taught me how to use the space bar to pause music on the computer, how to restart a song I like, and I tell him when I do NOT like what he's listening to. I LOVE to read. My current favorite is searching for Goldbug in "Cars and Trucks and Things that Go" by Richard Scarry.
I'm not focusing much on potty training. I know my potty chair is there. I know when I have to go poo and I'll tell Mamma and Daddy I'm doing my business. But it's just so much easier to go when you gotta go. Who wants to plan, and tell Mamma or Daddy and then wait for them to help me. Diapers are awesome!
I love sleep. Down at 7pm. And like an alarm clock, I'll call for Mamma and Daddy at 7:05am. But naps? At daycare where it's nice and dark, sure I'll nap. But at home? Bah. There's much fun to be had!
I still pretty much eat everything offered to me, but lately my appetite hasn't been what it usually is. Because, happy mirthday - I think I'm coming down with whatever is being passed around at daycare.
Friday, February 6, 2009
Modeling behavior
Whatever Mamma and Daddy do, I want to do too. If they type and move a mouse, so will I. If they put on makeup and lotion, then so will I. If Daddy gives Mamma a back massage, then I will help. I will pretend to cook, help clean up (so long as they're doing it with me), talk on the phone, drink from their cup, and help with laundry. However, I draw the line at vacuuming.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Blue sky
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Bottoms up!
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Two instant results from taking SmartPills
Monday, February 2, 2009
Constipation cures
Dried apricots are good medicine for constipation. But only special apricots.M: Do you want some apricots?
n: Yeah.
M: Should Daddy get you some apricots?
n: No.
M: Can Daddy give Mamma the apricots?
n: No.
M: Does Mamma have to go out and pick the apricots?
n: Yeah.
M: Does Mamma have to dry the apricots?
n: Yeah.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Superbowl
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