My new Cousin

Just a quick post with a picture of me holding my new cousin Annabelle.  She’s only 2 weeks old and so tiny.

Can you tell that I’m just a little bit thrilled to get to hold her.

I think Grandma and Papa were holding their breath for the entire 2 minutes I was allowed to hold.

What could have possibly gone wrong… (smile)…

Catch you in a few days.

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Help, I’m trapped in my shirt

Hi everyone

Sometimes you just can’t wait for someone to help you get out of your shirt.  You have to just to it…  and I need to learn anyway.
Today after dinner, I decided my to Grandma’s chagrin, that I no longer needed a shirt on.  I’m tough!!!  Who cares if it’s only 48 degrees outside and just 70 degrees in our kitchen, I no longer need this T-shirt on.  So, off it comes…  Well, sort of…

As you can see from the pictures above, I didn’t quite get my T-shirt completely over my head.  Now I’m stuck.  BTW, stuck is one of my favorite words.. I say it all the time.   This time, though, I really am stuck.

Papa finally came to rescue and helped out of my predicament.   We finally were able to remove my T-shirt, put my ‘jamies on, and get me off to bed.

Thanks it for today

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I’m walkin’, Yes Indeed, I’m Talkin’

I’ll bet you all had no idea I knew who Fats Domino is, much less that I would know the words to his hit song “I’m Walkin”.   Well, you’d be right then.   I’m thinking someone a bit older than me clued me in on that piece of information.   However, that doesn’t make that opening line any less appropriate for today’s blog entry.

I am now going up and down our stairs on my own;  with absolutely no help from anyone.  Would you expect any less?… (smile)…

(I’ll leave a short pause here for your gasps of amazement and spontaneous cheers)

Managing Grandma’s stairs is no easy task for the weak of heart.   There are two turns that need to be negotiated that many an adult have messed up on and taken a bit of a tumble.

But I’m doing it.  It takes me a minute or two, and I do use the handrail (at least most of time), but I am definitely doing it all on my own.

Check out these photos Grandpa took.

That’s a fish tank on my left, one of my many mandatory stops as I make my way up the stairs.   And that’s my future drum set on the right, a regular stopping point to practice a little percussion work on my way down the stairs.

I have just managed the first turn…

Now I’m approaching the second turn.  However, I need to make a short stop to “ham it up” for the camera.   I get to say cheese, not Papa… LOL

Of course, I thought I should include at least one picture of me coming down the stairs… I can even carry stuff while I’m going up and down the steps.

I also thought you might like to see what those steps look like from my perspective…. (smile)

If you think I look good on stairs, you should see me on flat floors.  On flat surfaces, I now have only one speed; and that’s full speed.   I run everywhere, and I run as fast as I can.   Occasionally, I don’t manage a turn very well or do a very good job of missing a toy and crash.  But I’m a boy, so crashing every once in a while is just a way of life..

And what about that “talkin” part?

I’m not doing too badly at all in that category either.   I’m not quite constructing full sentences yet, but I can always make anyone around me know exactly what it is that I want, don’t want, or need.  Plus, I’m inventing my own variation on the English language  just to keep everyone on their toes.   For example, if I want out, I say I’m stuck.   And when I see any kind of liquid, it’s always juice.  Even our pool is full of juice, any kind of lid, covering, or top (even when I cover m y eyes), it’s always a door, and any bread type substance, from donuts to bread to tortillas, is a roll.  Sometimes I’ll place the word before the action.  I yell “mess” just before I dump every Lego in the house on the floor and catch just AFTER I throw something to you (at you).    I also manage to put a few extra letters in some words just so I can make Papa work at trying to understand what it is that I am saying.   I’m also really good at making animal sounds and not saying the animal name.   It’s moo, grr, meow, tweet, and oh oh for a cow, bear/lion, cat (tiger/lion/and all other types of feline), birds, and monkeys.  But I do manage to say doggy quite well; maybe because I have a dog.  I’m good at making one word out two too.  For example, sockshoe is of course sock and shoe; I say them very fast so it does sound like on word and I always put them in sock the shoe order, just like how I put them on (well, how Mom puts them on).

Finally, one of my favorite words (after Mommy, Nanny, and Papa) has to be Moon.    I’ll yell it over and over again every time I see the moon.

Well that’s it for tonight

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Choo-choo…  one of my favorite things lately.  For the last few months I have been absolutely fascinated by trains.   Santa even brought me a couple of big Lego Duplo Trains for Christmas.

Every chance I get I line stuff up to make a choo-choo; my toy cars, boxes, anything I come across that I think looks like a train becomes a train.

Here’s a photograph of my latest handy work.  I made choo-choo from a few of my toys.   It also makes a good blockade so Grandpa can’t get into the kitchen.

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My nervous Golden

just in case you needed to know why the dog looks a little nervous in the previous photo.

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My 2nd Birthday

It was my 2nd Birthday a few days ago.    Mom and Grandma not only bought me an ice cream cake, they gave the entire cake to me… it was so cool… and cold.

Grandma posted a video of me blowing out my candle and tasting the cake so Grandpa could see; he’s out-of-town.

Other kids

It appears that I am not the only little that manages to get himself into funny situations.   Grandpa came across this video on YouTube and thought we should share it.

That’s all for right now

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