Category Archives: weekend
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 …
with old friends… and my blog. Swimming is fun. What’s so funny? My friend E. was nice enough to give me his old Maillot Jaune, which I have since proudly worn on many bike rides.
Hopping down the bunny trail
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’ve got science for every occasion
Postulating theorems. Formulating equations. At the St. Louis Science Center.
Oh, the games I play
Christmas with Mommy’s family was a great time. I walked around Grandma & Grandpa’s great big house for hours. All the playing wore me out a little bit. I had great fun opening all the wonderful gifts. I already can’t wait until Christmas next year!
Everyone in Daddy’s family loved my antics, particularly me walking all over the place. Of course, I tore into some presents. Oh boy! I really enjoyed seeing Nana, Grampy, Great aunt Marcia, and of course Grandma and Grandpa. Holidays are just so much fun!
Across the room
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.
A teensy bit early
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. …