Tuesday, October 10, 2006

I'm a Big Kid!

Ever since I learned to take off my pants (the final fence that kept my diaper on) I've spent a lot of time "free range" as Mummy calls it. Mummy tries to give me some time on the toilet when I'm naked, which is fun because we sing songs and she lets me flush the toilet when I'm done.

This morning I took off my diaper right after I pooed. She heard me undo the velcro from the other room and came over to help me put it right back on, but when she saw the load, she praised me for knowing what I did and what came next.

This evening with Daddy he caught me grunting and asked if I was pooing. I said "yes" (admitting it for the first time) and he put me on the toilet. I was able to finish my poo in the toilet! Yes, that's right. I pooed in the toilet!

When Daddy and I went to pick up Mummy from work we proudly told her of my accomplishment. She was very very pleased. She said that this weekend we'll go shopping for my very own toilet seat. Wow! I'm getting all grown up!

Saturday, September 16, 2006

Southern at Heart

Silly woman.

She's been trying -unsuccessfully- for a year to get me to eat meat, especially chicken. She's prepared it a variety of ways but I always turned up my nose at her attempts. I wouldn't have anything to do with it.

Last night, unrelenting, she filled my bowl with barbeque chicken and baked beans. Of course I wouldn't have the beans because those are worse than chicken, but I ate all my chicken and all of her chicken. She was surprised, and too happy to realize she was still hungry.

She must have forgotten. I may have been born in California, but I was made in Virginia!

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Babble On, Baby

This summer has been an explosion of talking for me. Talking's really a lot of fun. Now I'm surprising Mummy with a new word every day, and some real gems, too, like "bum," "elbow," "picture," "hello" (instead of hi,) and "work." Mummy gets super-excited about it. I don't know what the big deal is, she talks all day long.

Wednesday, September 13, 2006

Fall Into Cleaning

Mummy said something this morning about being tired of living in a hovel. I don't know what she was talking about, I like having all my toys within reach. She cleaned and cleaned and cleaned. Some things she put away that I didn't want away, and I had to take them out again, but for the most part I let her do her thing.

After I un-stacked the blocks a few times I got the feeling she needed some alone time so I went upstairs. She knew where I was, it wasn't like I was being sneaky or anything.

I know she doesn't often have time to clean up the bedroom so I decided to make it SeaBreeze fresh. When the bottle was empty I closed it up and returned it to it's proper place in the bathroom (do you see how helpful I am?) When she came upstairs, following her nose, she saw me holding some hair products (do not ask what I had in mind for the root lifter) and promptly took me back downstairs, making sure that the door to her room was properly latched this time.

I'm not sure she realized how grateful she should be that I freshened up her bedroom in the spirit of her cleaning.

Monday, September 04, 2006

I've Got Him Right Where I Want Him

Yesterday morning I woke up at 4:30. Bleary-eyed, Mummy came into my room and cuddled me for a few minutes, explaining that it was still the middle of the night and time to be sleeping. She returned me to my own bed, which I found unacceptable. So I called "Daddy" through my tears in my most pathetic voice.

It took him a few minutes to come, but he came. He chatted with me and took me downstairs for a drink. Finally he did what he knew I wanted all along, and he let me go to bed with him. I stretched and squirmed and kicked my way to comfort until Mummy finally relented and moved to her corner of the foot of the bed.

She didn't say anything to Daddy yesterday about how she felt about what had happened in the night, but he seemed a little sorry that she got shoved to the end of the bed.

This morning I woke up a little after 5. Again Mummy came in and sat with me, then put me back in bed. Again I cried for Daddy and again he came. Again we went downstairs. And finally we went to bed. He tried to keep me close to him so Mummy didn't get kicked out, but I think she's still displeased.

The point is, I know what I want, and I know how to get it.

Friday, July 07, 2006

Old Habit

I think I've finally quit the stuff, I'm done with mother's milk. I haven't nursed since Monday and I don't think I need to anymore.

In honour of that here's a top five list of the coolest places Mummy fed me:

#5 - at Il Fornaio in Santa Monica
#4 - on the airplane
#3 - in a swimming pool
#2 - at the Dodgers games

and the number one coolest place Mummy nursed me:

#1 - in the car on the freeway

Is she clever or what?!? She did it all while still being modest! Thank you Mummy, for being so patient with me, and for starting me out with the best stuff. They say the next best thing to breastmilk is cupcakes, right?

Sunday, July 02, 2006

Dental Hygiene is Important

I love to brush my teeth. I love to be just like Mummy and Daddy. I've been brushing my teeth since before I had teeth. But I'm not stupid, I know that when they brush their teeth they put something on the brush and when they brush my teeth I only get the toothbrush and water. I've tried, believe me, to get at the toothpaste by any means necessary, but my parents are pretty on the ball.

I've asked for toothpaste for a long time. Finally yesterday they bought me some toothpaste. YAY!

Now, if only they'd let me be the one to put it on my brush myself...