My blog is now two years old. Oh, and so am I.
We had a great party where lots of friends came over to play and my grandparents all visited.
I couldn’t contain my excitement when I started to receive gifts.
Mommy made some delicious cake.
I was prince for a day, even though I continued to wear the crown for a few more days.
I’ve been dancing up a storm lately. At home. At daycare. At home. I really loved the Easter card Grandma and Grandpa R. sent me.
At the playground last weekend I rode the teeter-totter for the first time. Wheee!
I’ve been fighting crime in my spare time.
I have taken to eating on the couch.
I hit the terrible twos.
But we still have a good time.
At the St. Louis Science Center.
Well, I was in rare form tonight. First we did peek-a-boo.
Then after all the walking practice yesterday I decided to go it alone back and forth all the way across the room several times.
Sure, I hit the ground a few times, but I didn’t let it phase me. I’m a walking machine.
I’m not sure I completely understand this Christmas thing. I received a great big box in the mail last week, but Mom & Dad didn’t open it. That didn’t stop me from playing with it though.
Then today I overheard Daddy ask Grandma Barb when to open the box, and she said she didn’t care. So this afternoon when I was pushing the box around again, I guess Dad & Mom felt sorry for me because they opened the box. Inside was the greatest thing ever. I no longer have to push the box around because now I can push what was inside the box around. This expression sums it up pretty well.
I pushed the cart back and forth across the living room for 30 minutes non-stop. Then after dinner I played some more.
Thanks, Grandma & Grandpa!