Mamma and Daddy's friends are moving to Australia! So we all partied in Columbus with our friends Pat & Beth & Lauren & Trevor (who was off being a Trevorsaurus and missed the photos). And by party, I mean teethe all weekend and either not sleep at night or wake every hour in pain crying keeping everyone awake.
I don't need to nap. Can we just go now? I want to go and play with Lauren and sleep in her pink room!
D: Come on Nina! Time for dinner!
I'm a fan of the local delicacy. Skyline and Gold Star have nothing on my Daddy's recipe.
What part of butterflies being bugs and me not liking bugs made Mamma and Daddy think going to a butterfly show would be a fun idea. Thankfully waterfalls make everything better.
I'm totally walking. But when there are things flying at me or too many people, I prefer to be safely in arms or strollers.
Teacher: What is your favorite vacation place? What do you like to do there?
A famous person once said "You're working hard to put food on your family." Obviously Mamma and Daddy are working really hard!
What do you do everyday at 5:30am? I poop. Then I try to go back to sleep. It doesn't always work. But I'm managing to stay up until 1pm! With moving to the older infant room (I'm a TeddyBear, isn't it obvious?), there's so much to do, I don't always have time for a morning nap. I play this great game in the TeddyBear room. I cry and cry and cry as soon as Mamma puts me down (I didn't do this in the Bunny room). I cry and cry and cry until she's out of sight. And then I stop. She doesn't know that. It's fun to torture her. 
My Daddy and sister love cheese. However, I have perfected inhaling cheese. Elapsed time of above photos: 3 seconds.
I smelled it and it spoke to me. I must eat it. And bowl after bowl after bowl of it. My NeeNee loves it and so do I. Popcorn!
It's fun to run away from Mamma and Daddy. You should see their faces when I run/crawl down the stairs. Comedy gold!
n: Those are your boobies.
The doctor say I have fluid in my ears and he put tubes in my ears this morning. I think ice cream would have worked just fine. 
n: Tell me a story.
The Teddybear room is exhausting me! Lots of new teachers, and instead of being the oldest, I'm now the youngest. All this change has me needing more cuddles, and especially more cuddles before bed.
I love flowers. I pick clovers and dandelions daily for my ride to preschool/daycare. I check the strawberries in my front garden every day waiting and waiting and waiting for them to be ripe (but then I don't really wait, I just eat them). I help Mamma plant herbs and forget-me-nots. I eat the parsley , and am not sure why Mamma won't let me eat the oregano fresh too. Now if only the bugs would get out of my garden, I'd be a happy girl.
Yeah. We know. There couldn't be any more perfect gift for Mother's Day than us. You're welcome. Please do more.
My hair is getting long, and people might mistake me for a girl. Which doesn't bother me. I love playing with Nina's dolls and pink ponies, am obsessed with shoes, and my first word may have been 'rainbow'.
n: [spinning around, arms outstretched, collapsing hard on bum, giggling hysterically]
My baby brother is catching up. He's taller than my shoulders! And almost walking. So I'm not shown up, I peed in the toilet! At daycare. Two days ago. I'm such a fan of my Beauty & The Beast Pull-ups that I'm not quite ready to give them up.
So in addition to transitioning from the Bunny room to the Teddy Bear room, I'm saying farewell to one of my teachers. Usually I would move rooms but still be able to visit my old teachers. But not her. So it was nice of my room to give her a party a week early so I could get used to her absence. Bye-bye Mandi.
I'm confused. I had some form of hand-foot-mouth. Then Nina got sick, but she had a fever and now only has a sore mouth. She doesn't have the icky rash (yet). And now Daddy's sick with maybe strep? How did I bring home so many viruses from daycare?
Ewan started celebrating the day before your birthday - getting sick and needing your love in the middle of the night all night. I waited until a minute before it was your birthday to get sick and spend all night cuddling with you (I puked on Mamma as I didn't think you'd like that as a present). And then today, I even shared my sore throat with you. We hope you like your presents - knowing you're loved and needed and the best Daddy ever.
More like forearm-torso-knee-mouth disease. Small fever on Thursday. Lots of bumps all over yesterday. And now some sores on my feet and wrists. Not ichy. No fever. I just hurt. I prefer to remember the good times running around the house. Because right now I'm mostly in Mamma's arms trying desperately to fall asleep. And yes. My shoes do match my shirt.
