Proper use of a Lego table

I had a task to accomplish last night.  I needed to see how many of my cars and trucks I could put on top of the Lego® table and how many stuffed animals would fit in Papa’s chair.

It took a while but I think I did a pretty good job.

Here’s a picture of my Lego table once I completed

And here’s a picture of Papa’s chair..  he’s going to have fun trying to sit in his chair tonight.

Well, just a short post this afternoon

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Today hasn’t been a good day

I knew it was going to be down hill today when Papa found me in the kitchen at 3:00 AM crying.   You see, I sleep upstairs.  Of course, the good part of the story is I got to sleep the rest of the night in Grandma’s bed.   So my day started out with me not getting enough sleep.

To make matters worse, something bit me on the arm again.   This happened about 3 weeks ago… I had to go to doctor and take some medicine for two weeks.

Well, it happened again.   This morning I had a welt on my forearm, fire engine red and about 2 inches across.

The photo doesn’t do it justice, it’s really ugly.  Plus, when you touch it, it’s got… to make things worse, around lunch my entire body started to feel warm.  When Mommy toke my temperature, she said it was just over 100 °.  That all adds up to another trip to the emergency room.

The doctor checked me out and said it was a bug bite.  I’m only 2 1/2 years old and I knew it was a bug bite.  Maybe I should be a doctor.

He gave me another prescription for an antibiotic that I’m going to have to take for the next 10 days and I am supposed to take Tylenol or Motrin.

That caused another small issue at the house.  Papa remembered that some of that stuff had been recalled.   He check all the bottles out on the web.  It turned out that our bottle of Tylenol, Motrin, and Zyrtec were all on the list.    Grandma had to pick up all new stuff at the drug store.

The ride to the drug store turned out pretty well.  I fell asleep and managed a nice 90 minute nap.   I needed it to after entertaining all of those doctors and nurses this afternoon.

Unfortunately, we don’t what bit me.  Mommy and Grandma are going to take me to see my Pediatrician as soon as we can get an appointment.   Maybe he will be able to figure it out.  If he can’t, maybe he can prescribe the antibiotic next time without me having to go to the emergency room.

Well, that’s it for today.   I need to go rest now…

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“I’m working” and my favorite books

My latest battle cry is “I’m working”.   That’s what I yell when someone attempts to get me to leave Papa’s office when he’s working.  You see, I have my own little work area in Papa’s office.   When he’s working, I can go in a sit with him and work also.

To make my office complete, Papa bought me a couple of books that I could look at.   Those books over the last few months have turned into my favorite books.   I drag them everywhere.  When I go to bed, I take one with me so Grandma has something to read while I fall asleep (which can be a very long process on occasion).    I bring them in the kitchen when I eat and I bring them in the family room so Mom, Grandma, or Papa can read them to me…  I drag them everyplace.

Why do I enjoy them so much?  They’re about dinosaurs of course.   In fact, one book is about dinosaurs eating. and the cryolophosaurus on the books cover is having pancakes, one of my personal all time favorites.   These are the books I have so far from the series by “Jane Yolen & Mark Teague”.  As a toddler, I can highly recommend these.  In fact, my cousins like to read them when they visit.   There are a couple more of the “How Do Dinosaurs..” series left that I’m hoping Papa buys for me real soon.

Oh, I almost forgot.  Here’s a picture of my “work space” in Papa’s office.

Well, that’s all for now

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BTW, in the real world I’m getting this “please”, “thank you”, and “you’re welcome” stuff down pretty well



The gate is down, the gate is down

Yup, that’s my latest battle cry.

For as long as I can remember, there has been a fence/gate that separates the stairs and Papa’s office from the rest of the house.  I could never figure out why they wanted to keep Papa behind a fence.. who knows…  I do know everyone always seemed concerned when I started to go up the stairs on my own.

Well, last week, Papa took the fence and gate down.  It turned out that when Papa realized that at a full run I could put one foot on the gate’s hing and throw my leg over the gate.  In most case, I came down on the other side just fine.  Of course, every once in a while I would land funny… that was not a pretty site…

Now, with no gate or fence, there is nothing to stop me from visiting Papa while he works anytime I want or to run up and down the stairs.   I guess everyone figured that was safer than me launching my self over the gate….

Needless to say. now I can go any place.

Isn’t life wonderful

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