I’m been acting so grown up lately. Sometimes Daddy & I build things together, then I do demolition.
Sometimes we type on the computer.
Sometimes we rock out.
Sometimes we just talk on the phone.
I’ve been turning lights off like crazy at home, but it wasn’t until I found some switches at my own height that I could figure out how to turn them back on as well.
Uncle Andy and Aunt Kimberly gave me a great book for Christmas.
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!
I haven’t been blogging much lately, and for that I apologize. I’ve been too busy with life.
I saw Santa on a bitterly cold day.
The beard was more convincing than last year.
I rode in a race car shopping cart.
I tried to run away at bath time.
I played and played and played while Daddy kept flashing bright lights in my direction.
I started brushing my own teeth.
At every opportunity I go digging through Mommy’s drawers to get her Breathe-Right strips and chapstick.
I’ve started climbing up onto the couch to play with Mommy & Daddy.