tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61685052017866782242024-03-14T01:09:34.226-07:00La Vie en RoseAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-39312137124439330272015-02-13T08:11:00.001-08:002015-02-13T08:11:28.794-08:00Grown up at Four, and Old at SixWhat a busy few months. I enjoyed the Convention, Sea World and Wonderworks in Orlando, a cruise to Cozumel, Grand Cayman, and Jamaica, and several trips in Florida to see family. <br />
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In September we went to a laser show at the Museum of Science and History (MOSH) and I snuggled with a boy I met there. I started swim class and am learning ballet and tap steps. <br />
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Here are a few of the things I said that made my parents laugh:<br />
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"Let's play Mary Poplins (Mary Poppins). You pretend you're Rideabikes (Michael Banks) and I'll be your sister Jane Bikes (Jane Banks). Daddy, you be Bird (Burt)."<br />
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"Baby is chubby. He has chubby cheeks like the munchkins in the movie." (Chipmunks movie)<br />
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As we were going to the beach, Mom told Dad we needed to go to one with a bathroom. I had a simpler solution. "We can pee in the sea!"<br />
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I was pretending to drive Dad's red car and be Dad and said, "I go to work and work on my computer and I drive there with my filthy hands!" Another time Mom was driving and got mad at someone and I said, "Those people are grown ups but they can't drive, right Mom?" She asked me later what I will do when I grow up and I said, "Be nice to kids and drive properly."<br />
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At the convention, during a talk, Mom whispered to ask me if I wanted to walk around or sleep. I yelled nice and loud, "I want to sleep around! Sleep around!"<br />
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I can describe the Ten Plagues from the Bible. I also make up songs to Jehovah like "I don't want animals to my god, just you!"<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom and I built a fort and a palm tree at the Village Inn Christmas Day 2014.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A "Special Day" - Mom and Dad took me for breakfast at the Metro Diner before school</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I told Mom to take this picture as we left the library, because I would "never see this puppy ever again."</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dressing up for my wedding day, when I marry baby Atlas. "One day baby will be big and he will be a Daddy. I will marry him. I will wait for him because he's my favorite boy. We will have babies, one boy and one girl named Vie and baby Atlas. You (Mommy) will be a Grandma and then you will die. When you are six." Mom says maybe she will be more like 80. So I say, "Eighty-nine". We agree.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">So there was this little puppy toy I loved. One day I was sitting playing with it, and then I bit it. The body shattered and I was so sad. Mommy kept the head and made a body out of construction paper for it.</td></tr>
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On October 31, 2014, I made up my first knock knock joke. Knock Knock, who's there, Apple. Apple who? Car. Hahahaha.<br />
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I'm pretty big on status. You have to be nice to me to be my rocket star, and "only rocket stars can share my donuts".<br />
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I was pretending to be a doctor with Mommy and said "You have a baby in your belly. I'm going to cut your throat, a little bit. It will make it easier for the baby to come out." Mom would not hold still.<br />
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I'm growing up quickly. A few things I've said on that topic:<br />
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Me: I'm three. Almost four.<br />
Mom: When will you be four?<br />
Me: in March or April<br />
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Me: March or April<br />
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Me: I don't know<br />
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"My Grandma is very old. She is six and then she will die. My mom is four. I am almost four. I will be a grown-up."Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-8441348598666669902014-07-07T08:32:00.002-07:002014-07-07T13:22:07.010-07:00Pointy Hat and a Pink Bow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Lately I have been pretending to be a baby, talking in a high-pitched voice. My name is Baby Battery. Mom seems to especially enjoy it. </div>
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While reverting in some areas, I am making strides in my comprehension and vocabulary. When we have a box at our front door, I say "we have a delivery". When I want to pretend, I "use my imagination". When the car or stroller wobbles, I say it is "bumpy terrain". </div>
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I also really get the Bible stories a lot more. I am not a big fan of Pharoah, and cry because he killed babies. After reading about Adam and Eve, I asked Mom if we would get old and die. She told me she hopes not. If we do die, I understand that Jehovah will make us alive again. I also think that if something happens to my arm or leg, Jehovah will make it grow back. Mom is telling me not to take any chances, though.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-14211280481362728672014-06-10T08:14:00.001-07:002014-06-10T08:14:49.052-07:00Tic Tac Omelettes and Rainbow Poop<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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"I'm a what?"
"Your da kid!"</span></div>
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"Oh my goodness. We are not crazy drivers. But the other people are crazy drivers. Mmhmm. I always eat boogies because I like boogies. Mm get in my tummy!"</span></div>
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"Give me my 'pry zuh dee'" (privacy)</span></div>
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"Look at my pryzuhdee!"</span></div>
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I said "Me? I said it?"
Mom smiled and said, "No, you weren't alive ten years ago."
So I asked: "I was dead?"</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-74116319012463502362014-02-10T13:41:00.001-08:002014-02-10T13:41:32.120-08:00Daddy is a Mean RobotIt's been almost three years, and I'm still learning new things every day. <br />
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We went on a car trip to Cape Coral for Mom to say goodbye to her Aunt Michele. In the care, Mama turned to me and said, "Excuse me, Vie. I love you." Unc said, "I love you too, Vie." So I said to Unc, "I don't think so. You don't think so, either!" <br />
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I am all the time pretending to be someone. Mickey Mouse, Littlefoot the dinosaur, etc. The whole family gets involved. Baby Atlas is usually Pluto or Spike or another non-speaking character.<br />
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In October mom put a pretty ruffle skirt on me and I said "I'm a princess". By January I was saying "Jehovah doesn't like princesses. They are mean." Mom approved. <br />
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The neighborhood bull mastiff, Romulus was on a walk and I noticed "He has sumping in his hiney". Mom and Dad told me not to worry about it, but I was curious. So, when Atlas is getting a bath I was pointing at his pee pee while Daddy washed it. Mom explained it was a penis. I said "I has a penis" and she explained that I don't. She doesn't either. Daddy does. "I wanna see your penis, Daddy". His face got red. Later he told that story to my uncles and they laughed. So while Uncle Mark was pushing me on the swing at Riverside Park, I started yelling "PENIS!" They didn't think it was as funny. Humor is all about timing I guess. <br />
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I hurt my elbows and mom asked me what happened. I said "Daddy pushed me in the road with the stroller". He said I was standing on the end of the stroller and stepped down and fell in the road. That's what I said, Dad. Another time I stubbed my toe and was sure it was fatal: "I'll never walk again!"<br />
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Mom looked at Dad the other day and said, "You're sad. You're mad", which is something I often say. I exclaimed, "Don't say it!" The other morning Dad was singing a song for one of my cartoons and mom sang along. I told him not to sing. He asked if Mommy could sing and I said yes. He asked why and I said he didn't sing pretty. He did ask.<br />
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Before dinner I told Mom "I'm hungry. You're hungry too". She laughed and said, "You don't know I'm hungry. You have to ask me." So I did: "Please? Be hungry!" I stepped up to mom later at the table and said, "Say Ahhh, Mom". When she did, I stuck a wine cork in her mouth. Another time I told Daddy "Say bleh" to spit out his food. He didn't want to, so I explained, "You has to. You want to". I help set the table now with silverware I get out of the drawer myself.<br />
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Daddy pretends to be a mean robot for me. Then I power him down with the "button"(mole) behind his ear. I adjust his gears with my tools and power him up, and he becomes a hugbot.<br />
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My grammar is improving. "I not did!" has now changed to "I didn't".<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-55823815633650053402013-10-21T12:35:00.002-07:002013-10-21T12:57:51.178-07:00I'm Not a Baby Anymore<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt;">
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-62787351040788847022013-09-06T09:19:00.001-07:002013-09-06T09:19:43.581-07:00It's Potty TimeI am two and a half!<br />
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Mom came with her jogging stroller and picked me up from school last week. Haven't been in that thing in a while. She was breathing funny, musta been having fun. <br />
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Last Thursday Mom took off my diaper and let me run around nudies. Dad put crinkly stuff on the couch and a sheet over it. Then Mommy's phone made a chiming noise every ten minutes and I had to sit on the potty. Sometimes things came out of me and Mom and Dad were very excited. Even the potty sang a song. Sometimes I would get M&Ms, or stickers, or Mom and Dad would dance and clap, or hugs. Other times when I would pee or poop not on the potty they told me it was okay but they would rather me go in the potty. By Monday (Labor Day, "no school no work!") Mom was saying it was worth a try but I wasn't quite ready. I showed her. That very day I started announcing "I have to poop!" or "I have to pee!" and running to the potty on my own. We went to the Mickey Store (Disney store) at the mall and I picked out a construction kit. Daddy helped me build a house for Pluto. Now only one week later I wear undies even on car trips. Daddy finds that scary for some reason. <br />
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I can put on my own keen sandals. Mom has a matching pair. I sometimes put them on the wrong feet. I am learning to put on my own shirt and shorts but not there yet.<br />
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I am finding parallels. Like when Mom points at the grass and says "les herbes" I say "Like my story!" because she reads me "La Chasse a L'Our" (The Bear Hunt) and the family walks through les herbes (the grass). I am starting to recognise the French words from the book.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love "Poozies" (smoothies) so much that I sing about them. This one is wild berry from Panera. Dad had to do a lot of routing stuff on his laptop Thursday morning so we all went out to breakfast together before he went in to the office.</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-37690169073752376682013-08-26T08:29:00.001-07:002013-08-26T08:29:06.030-07:00Water in your PocketI gave my first comment at the Kingdom Hall on Sunday, August 25, 2013. For the Watchtower study, paragraph nine asked to whom we need to show loyalty. I raised my hand and brother Glen Wright called out my name with surprise. I said into the microphone, "Jehovah" but daddy had to repeat it because brother Wright can't hear very well, poor man. <br />
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A few nights ago I saved my baby Atlas from grave danger. We were all sitting down to dinner and that is a time when it's hard to not just start eating, but we have to wait for "geedo" (prayer in Korean). Mom looked at Atlas in Daddy's arms and said "Oh, I just want to squeeze him a little too hard!" I sobbed, "Don't squeeze my baby Atlas! No, Mommy!"<br />
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Saturday we went to the library for story time. I love getting the shakers and singing Skidamarink and John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt. Last night for my two books before sleep I picked "My Daddy is a Giant" and also "My Daddy is a Giant". Mommy had to read it once in English and Korean line by line, and again in English and French. I think it's interesting that there are different words for the same thing.<br />
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Then we went to the MOSH in the afternoon and played dinosaur games. My favorite part was the big tree. I called it my house and designated areas as my tv, my sink, my couch, and my window. Daddy sat down on a green carpet outside the tree. I called that my garden, and mom alerted me to the fact that dad was pooping in my garden. I ran out of my house and pulled Daddy by the hand into the house to wet a wipe in the sink. "No no, Daddy. No poop in my garden. I don't like it. Need to change your nappy!" <br />
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This morning Dad had me up on the bathroom sink while we were getting ready for school and work. He laughed when I put some water in my shirt pocket for later. Guess that idea had never occurred to him.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">On a walk with Mommy on Friday when I skipped school. We made a "family" of flowers. Later played with Parker and Preslie.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Left: My first meeting. Right: me in the same chair over two years later having a snack.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-53311529010799932262013-08-13T08:14:00.000-07:002013-08-13T08:14:06.917-07:00Movies, Snakes, and Cupcakes - That's what little girls are made of<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
I was so well behaved during Baby Atlas' hospital stay. Unc and Daddy took care of me at home Saturday morning and Saturday night, and we brought my little pokey pokey home Sunday night. I am so happy he is home. Last night, Monday, we were walking around the neighborhood after a dinner of tomato soup and grilled cheese, just like a happy family again. The tomato soup was "not yucky soup, tasty soup" and I finally gave up on a spoon and picked up my bowl and drank it. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Saw my first movie last weekend, about a really fast snail, Turbo. I cleaned out two huge buckets of popcorn with very little assistance.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">After a light supper of salad, we walked to Los Portales for chips and fried ice cream. I wanted a sip of mom's green drink but she kept saying it was against the rules and the police would put her in timeout if she gave me any. Yeah right, just admit you're greed, Ma.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Going to the meeting all matchy matchy with my doll, who I call "my little boots". This is the dolly I picked off the shelf with Daddy when I was maybe 14 months old.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Now I have a baby to match me at the meetings too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even though we ate dinner about one hour before the meeting, I needed a snack. Then Daddy went inside to comment while I walked in the field with Mom and Atlas. She asked me who made all the animals and for the first time I clearly replied, "Jehovah God".</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">For family worship, Unc came over and practiced the talk he will give this Saturday. His first public talk will be translated into Korean. After that, we went for a walk with my binoculars and magnifying glass to take a look at nature and learn about Jehovah.</td></tr>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-141234502979732852013-08-07T17:30:00.000-07:002013-08-07T17:30:54.706-07:00Hello, Helicopter?My imagination is blooming. I am great at pretending things that Mommy and Daddy believe. Heh, chumps.<br />
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The other day we were in the pool and I exclaimed, "Balloon up high, look!" Do you think there was a balloon? Well there really was. They asked me what color and I correctly identified it as green. I said it was up high, "I can't reach it" and that I would need "a ladder". Mom said it was so high now a ladder wouldn't do it, that I would need a helicopter. So I said, "Ok, I'll call" and put my hand over my ear. "Hello, helicopter? Green balloon, up high. Get it. Ok." I had mom and dad convinced that a helicopter was actually going to get that balloon. </div>
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Even if my clothes don't have pockets, I pretend they do. When a door is locked, I have a tiny key in my pocket for opening it. When I see a baby animal with no parents, I say, "Wait, wait! Family!" and then pull the mommy and daddy animal out of my pocket. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-2644952377313475512013-08-07T10:13:00.001-07:002013-08-07T10:13:14.545-07:00Who made the animals?Last night we were at the kingdom hall. My doll matched me, and so did Mom (I dropped the Mommy down to Mom) and Daddy and "my baby Atlas" (who I also call "my little toot toot" and "my pokey pokey"). I was walking Mom around the meadow behind the hall because she has a lot of energy and we were observing nature. She asked me who made all the animals and seemed surprised when I responded: "Jehovah God". Sheesh, she's been telling me that like every day for two years already. <br />
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A few meetings ago when mom was putting me in the car I wanted to see her earring so I grabbed it and it popped out of her ear. It hurt her and made her sad. Now when she puts her earrings on I say "Don't pull mommy's earrings". <br />
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For family worship the past two weeks we have used playdough to reenact the story of Noah and the Ark, and of Jonah and the big fish. When it's time to throw Jonah in the water I put him back in the boat instead where he is safe.<br />
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I informed mom yesterday that we were out of kick kacks (tic tacs) and needed to get some more. She asked me where we would get more and I had to tell her "at the grocery store". It's like she doesn't know this basic stuff anymore.<br />
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For the ministry on Sunday I sat next to "my uncle" during the meeting. Mom asked me his name and I said "Unc. Uncle Unc". He is coming over for family worship tonight. We are going to look at creation and learn about Jehovah's qualities. We will use my binoculars to see things that are "really far away" and my magnifying glass to make things look bigger.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-76143587450067276992013-06-05T13:23:00.001-07:002013-06-05T13:25:34.587-07:00Daddy Works at Oopy Yes<br />
I am finally excited about the baby coming, because Mom says that then she will have milk again and the baby will share if I want any. For now I'm still happy with hugs and kisses. <br />
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I am now able to identify blue, green, purple, and red very well, though I get confused about yellow and orange sometimes. I can identify and name shapes like circle, square, triangle, star, and even cube. Mom says my symbol recognition is improving toward reading skills because I am pointing at signs and saying "ABCs" and I can identify the UPS (I say "Ooo pee ess") logo on Daddy's shirts. No pressure, right Mom?<br />
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Daddy got me a hello kitty "boat" (floatation ring) and swimmies for my arms. On Saturday I was a bit wobbly but loved it. On Sunday I was swimming across the pool by myself with just the floaties on my arms. I would swim every day if they took me. A favorite activity is to ask Daddy to go "unna water" and then I'll swim over him and say "I gotcha!" and sit on his head. Then he stands up and balances me on his head until I jump off. I also love to snag Mommy's sunglasses and throw them into the water. She usually gets my sense of humor. I'll keep doing it and maybe she'll finally realize how funny it is.</div>
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At night I like to read two books and then Mommy whispers me a story until I fall asleep. I usually sleep by myself for a good eight to nine hours and then snuggle with Mommy in her bed for a few minutes before we get up to face the day. When she drops me off at school I hug and kiss her goodbye, and then hug and kiss "baby too!" My favorite time is still the "wee kend" when "daddy home, no work. me home, no school." </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-63145295735315562812013-03-23T08:57:00.002-07:002013-03-23T08:57:46.514-07:00Like Lychee for ChocolateLast night Daddy and Mommy took me to Mochi for frozen yogurt. I got chocolate with M&Ms and strawberries, but Daddy let me pluck all of the blackberries from his Lychee yogurt. Then I kindly helped him eat his yogurt until suddenly it was all gone. I said, "More?" and before he could respond, I scooped some of my chocolate into his bowl and gave it to him. I don't know why he made the face he did; I thought he'd be happy but he looked ready to cry as he thanked me for being generous. <br />
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I am learning to be 'bedient. When I'm told to do something, I usually say "Kay" and come over and do it. I love the videos about Cabub (Caleb) and how God wants us to be obedient to our parents, and how we shouldn't take things that aren't ours. Mommy is teaching me to clean up when I make a mess or dump my toys out. When I'm not 'bedient, I am getting better at sitting down for a timeout.<br />
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I like to ask now if other people do things I do. Last night while eating noodles, I asked if Gramma ate noodles, and Mimi, and Unc, and doggies.<br />
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If you ask me where the baby is, I know it is in Mommy's big belly. I like to kiss the baby sometimes.<br />
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If you ask me what color an orange is, I will probably say "blooo" or "puh-pul". I love to sing ABCs and Itsy Bitsy Spider, and am learning to count to ten, but sometimes in a creative order.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-5404643044741884332013-03-22T10:35:00.001-07:002013-03-22T10:35:40.771-07:00I'm a Big WeaneeIt's official. My last time to drink mommy milk was March 13, on a Wednesday, as I fell asleep. Thursday we drove down to Dunnellon and I was asleep in the car. Friday we saw Gramma Patty at the hospital and I fell asleep at Uncle Tim (I call him "other one Uncky") and Aunt Nicki's (I call her Mickey Mouse) house without nursing. I haven't even thought or asked about it in a few days. Mom is a little sad to be a weaner, but we still snuggle and I hug and kiss her a lot so I think she will be okay. <br />
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At the hospital they gave Gramma shots. I was not happy about this. The rest of the weekend I insisted that there be "no shots!" I took felt animal stickers and Gramma and I sat on her bed to put them on sticker boards. I left some on the hospital room window to cheer her up too. We got to play in a pretty park by Ocala Regional hospital, with a big merry-go-round. I loved to jump off and push it then climb back on again. Dad didn't want to let me on it. He is pretty good at cramping my style. Mom said I would learn important things about how gravity works even if I bonked my head. I think that means she is on my side but it is hard to tell for sure.<br />
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I spent time with a lot of "Uncky other ones". Got to see Uncle Mike and Aunt Jeanne, and Uncle Mark too. <br />
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My favorite TV show lately is Blues Clues. I got to sit with Unc and watch it the other day. He came over last night and I cried for him when he left. I wish everyone could always stay and play with me and we never had to brush teeth or go to bed. To wind down at night, I like to lie on my back in the shallow tub water and relax, and to squirt dad with water from a squeaky rubber ducky. Then mommy usually tells me stories until it all slips away and gets fuzzy.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is my portrait. A serious scholar doesn't smile for pictures. I held the tiny book Aunt Mickey Mouse gave me (Mom says it's hers, but it's clearly too small for her), which I call my "Pah--choo Pah-choo".</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-71262619800726088522013-03-09T09:51:00.002-08:002013-03-09T10:03:08.398-08:00From Months to Years<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy held me for my first haircut. I found that crying made them keep doing stuff for me. I got a movie, a lollipop, and cute hairclips out of the deal.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 1 of our Bahamas cruise Mar 2-7, 2013. Watching the people get on board at the Jacksonville port and exploring the cabin. I discovered that I could camp out under the bed, and Daddy joined me often (his top half anyway). </td></tr>
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Unc has a new home. We visited yesterday and I told everyone where to sit (in the porch chairs we loaned him) and was spinning everybody. I found some dirt on his floor and put it in the trash, then told him to "vacuum cleaner, Uncky". He said he had. We must have different standards of cleanliness. For a long time Mom and Dad couldn't figure out what I meant when I said "wag-in-aw", but they finally figured out I was referring to vacuum cleaners, which are the same things as rocking chairs. The noise of vacuums makes me nervous, but not as much as hand driers. If you take me to the bathroom I will remind you many times "No dider (dryer)!"<br />
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When you ask me where something is, I might ponder and say "Um" while I look around. If I spot it, I'll point at it and say "Boo!" <br />
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I can put my own boots and dress shoes on now. I will then point a finger in the air and victoriously proclaim, "I did it!" <br />
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If you ask me how old I am, I will say "two". If you ask me what my name is or how I'm doing, I will say "two". <br />
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I can tell tiny things from big things, but colors are still hit or miss. I love to sing my ABCs. The nummanummaP part is hard; my favorite is WX. I also like to eat NummaNummaNummas because they melt in your mouth, not in your hand. I love most fruit including most betties (berries), but lately my favorites are unges (oranges) and keeweewee (kiwi). Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-3863943513298961462013-01-28T11:50:00.000-08:002013-01-28T11:50:36.546-08:00Big Sister<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;">It's been a while. I have been so busy. At the end of October and beginning of November, we went up to Baltimore to visit Mom's side of the family. I met lots of her Aunts and Uncles and cousins. On the first day I was terrified of the family dog, but within two days I was calling her, "Maaaaa-deeee!" (Maddy) and chasing her around the back yard. I had a great time with Patchoo (Patrick). <br />
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Right after we got home, Mom started feeling bad. She didn't have the energy to play with me like she used to, almost like she was a grown up instead of a kid or something. Then she peed on a stick and said I was a big sister. I don't know what that is, but it sounds bad. Now her energy is back and her appetite too, maybe a little too much, but I don't want to hurt her feelings so I pretend not to notice her huge belly.<br />
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I switched from Happy Acres daycamp to New Dimensions a few weeks ago. For the first few days I was asking for my old friends and crying a lot. Now I'm getting into the groove. They are teaching me about shapes. I can draw circles! <br />
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Mana (Grampa) and Mana (Grandma) Moore visited over Thanksgiving weekend. That's when I started using two word phrases. Now I'm up to 3 or more words. Like when Daddy changes my nappy, I tell him "No touch booboo" so he doesn't bump the scab on my knee from two weeks ago when I fell. In addition to learning new words, I am learning how to request different songs. My favorite requests are: Skidamarkink a Dink a Dink, Shark Attack, the Itsy Bitsy Spider, and Old McDonald (I love it when he has a duck or a mouse, and I'll tell you which animal for each verse).<br />
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I have totally mastered puzzles. Well, the puzzles with pegs to pull out the big pieces and each piece has its own slot. I'm still pretty impressed with my fine motor coordination for my age though. I now stack blocks and can truly jump like a pro. Lots of hard work and dedication.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A nice lady who visited our Korean congregation made this dress for me. It's beautiful, but if the crinoline brushes my legs I start bawling. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is in Washington, DC at the hotel where Mommy had her big work conference in October 2012. Longest we have ever been apart. She left me for three nights. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">In November Mom and Dad took me to visit family in Maryland. This is on the choo choo train at the Children's Museum in Baltimore.</td></tr>
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On a sad note, we are moving back to the English congregation at Baymeadows. I will miss my Korean friends, but Mom and Dad say we will still visit and do things with them. In the English hall, there are tons of kids for me to play with. I am learning to obey and to sit and do quiet activities until after the meeting, like draw with invisible markers that only turn color on special paper. After the meeting, I know that there is no running at the Kingdom Hall, so I walk very quickly over to my friends. My favorite is Parker. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-25618052495145357762012-07-16T08:23:00.001-07:002012-07-16T08:23:50.082-07:00My First WordOk, I have been saying real words for a while but how boring is that? I have invented my first custom word: Numma. It is for a very important thing. I love num nums, which are tasty snacks. If mom says we're having num nums, I climb into my chair at the table. Then we geedo (pray), and I will bow my head and hold Daddy's hand while he prays. Of course I love Mama, since she gives me hugs and milk. So Numma is the word I use to ask for her to nurse me. <br />
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I now say the word "Car" quite clearly. I love the lizards in the neighborhood, but have trouble saying their name. I also try to say "playground", but even though it sounds right in my head, it comes out more like "dub dum". Mom seems to know what I mean. When I want to get in the swing, I say "wee!" I kinda say "slide" now too (sounds like "sigh").<br />
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Reading is becoming a favorite passtime for me. If mom asks me if I want to read a book, I will go over to the library bag and choose one or two stories, then sit on the couch. She reads to me, and I read to her. I especially love pointing out "the baby" in the story for her. She always seems astonished at the stuff I can point out if she asks me to, including the fox, banana, cat, book, pillow, and more.<br />
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I am learning to be gentle instead of just smacking and grabbing at people. If you tell me "be gentle" I will open up my hand and stroke softly. I am also learning not to poke dogs in the face, but to hold out my hand and let them sniff me. It is rather off-putting for them to lick me, which I find simply uncouth. <br />
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Swimming is my new favorite thing. I love for mom to dunk me under the water and will ask her to do so repeatedly. I am learning to paddle a bit. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">We went to the Cummer Museum for family night. They have beautiful gardens and a huge area just for people like me (you know short and curious). After that we ate falafels and hummous then played in Riverside Park.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-56701192775973312092012-06-20T06:31:00.000-07:002012-06-20T06:31:56.318-07:00And a One and a Two and...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I went pee pee in the potty for the first AND second time on Sunday, June 17, 2012 at the age of 15 months old. Mom and Dad did a happy dance. On Tuesday, June 19, 2012 I put my first poop in there too!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom took me on a walk to see the ducks by the lake. She asked, "Can you see that duck?" and my reply was a nod of my head...as I nodded off to sleep. She had to drag me half a mile home in my bike.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I don't care about stacking blocks, but stacking cans is a lot of fun. I help rearrange the pantry and the lower shelves of the fridge often. Mom and Dad love playing hide and seek with ingredients.<br /><br />I am up to nine teeth. I started day care last week and love Miss Debbie, who takes care of me. In the past week I have mastered how to use a spoon and a fork to scoop or spear food and then deliver it to my mouth; next stop training chopsticks. I can identify all sorts of things if you ask me to, </td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-34251256415470508322012-06-10T17:37:00.002-07:002012-06-10T17:38:36.603-07:00Num Nums<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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When I get hungry, I ask politely for num nums now. Then I say yum yum and eat. Sometimes I say thank you when you hand me something. I wave my hand to let you know when I'm all done.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mom is teaching me how to make flower wreaths from weeds. Dad says I look like a Buttycelli, who is some famous painter.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Nutella is supposed to be healthy hazelnut spread, but it tastes like chocolate to me!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My first time truly feeding myself with a spoon, and it's a MickD's yogurt parfait. As you can see, it got messy.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-19685403160352089572012-06-04T03:32:00.001-07:002012-07-16T08:24:21.189-07:00My bag of tricksMommy left me today. She is at the airport while I'm fast asleep. I know what you're thinking, and yes, I am so tech savvy that I blog in my sleep. She is going to Boston for work and won't be back until tomorrow night! Dad and I are planning a fun day at the zoo.<br />
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My language comprehension is really surging now. I can point to many body parts if when asked, and if I'm in the mood:<br />
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m'aider (French for "help me". I pronounce it d'aider, but it makes Mom and Dad do just about whatever I want, like open some snacks, help me with a door, show me how to use a toy.)</div>
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I'm working on thank you. It sounds like "Dack"</div>
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I am starting to sing along to songs by singing "do do" and also open up books and run my fingers over the letters and read "do do do". I recently said "amen" at the end of a prayer, and clap when others do. I also clap if you say "good job" or the Korean version "jahl han da".</div>
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I am starting to enjoy drawing and do so more with my left hand than my right. Dad says I hold the pencil just like a grown up. </div>
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I will also give kisses if you ask for one, or sometimes just because. Mom and Dad call them "kisses", but I call them "mm mm". I give kisses to mommy and daddy and Unc, and also to Aunty Mimi (Jamie) and my sock monkey and baby doll. I like to give water and food to monkey and say "num num" for him. After he takes a drink, I say "Ah" for him.</div>
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The most exciting ability I have developed is that I can not only open household doors, but the oven door. Mom doesn't seem as thrilled about this as I am. </div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-52839080669535521272012-04-30T11:30:00.001-07:002012-04-30T11:33:09.822-07:00Chicago - My First Vacation<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 1 - Lincoln Park. They don't call it the Windy City for nothin'. This town is cold. I had to wear serious clothes like a scarf and hat, even though I went swimming a couple of weeks ago back home. In the park, some old men were feeding the birds and game mom a roll so I could feed them too. But most of the time if I saw her throw some bread down, I'd scoop it up and eat it myself. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 1 - Lincoln Park. Playing in the dirt. We went to the zoo and the conservatory, but my favorite part was a little dusty patch.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 2 - Garfield Conservatory. So many cool plants inside, and then a huge field outside. I need a break with Dad on the lawn now and then.</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 2 - Garfield Conservatory. I love running free, especially up hills and then back down to challenge my balance.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 2 - Navy Pier. Getting sleepy, guys. I took a nap and woke up at Adams Park, which is a cool local playground. I learned how to steer using a push toy there, and this is the first time I've ever loved being in a swing. Mom stood in front while Dad pushed me, and she pretended I was kicking into her and knocking her back, which I think is comedy gold.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 3 - Chicago Children's Museum. I can play the piano. I am a musical genius!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 3 - Chicago Children's Museum. Dad and I sat here together for over 20 minutes. I really got the whole concept of a slide today, too. There was a slide that would make chiming noises as my hiney slid down. I would get off, run around, climb the steps, then sit down and slide again. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Day 4 - Millenium Park. Mom and Dad dared to spend part of one day at the Art Institute, which was not an activity that revolved around me! Then we went to the Cloud Gate, also known as "the bean". It was cool and all, but I enjoyed chasing a pigeon. It was very surprising to me that he didn't stand still for me to touch him.</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-75778544555973596192012-04-09T09:07:00.005-07:002012-04-10T10:32:22.668-07:00We're Goin' to the Zoo zoo zoo<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GXXTO7yDw4/T4MKU7hU4tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rIYOh0qkBE8/s1600/DSC03271.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9GXXTO7yDw4/T4MKU7hU4tI/AAAAAAAAAJg/rIYOh0qkBE8/s320/DSC03271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729434505636537042" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I run to Dada.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEjMbYTwRFg/T4MKVCxPy9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SF10QNgWqEM/s1600/DSC03272.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WEjMbYTwRFg/T4MKVCxPy9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/SF10QNgWqEM/s320/DSC03272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729434507582360530" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Then back to Mama. I repeat this a lot, because inclines make me giggle.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfEKa27Uko8/T4MKF2utNLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JLk4cHW17P0/s1600/DSC03251.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cfEKa27Uko8/T4MKF2utNLI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JLk4cHW17P0/s320/DSC03251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729434246652441778" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I pressed the goat to see what would happen. Poke. Oh, some berries fall out!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHXKRYZvIBc/T4MKFnweOUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/niYPzHefces/s1600/DSC03250.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GHXKRYZvIBc/T4MKFnweOUI/AAAAAAAAAI8/niYPzHefces/s320/DSC03250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729434242633316674" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">At the zoo, I showed Dada the animals.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mcMJbubdkg/T4MKFCjHgQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8duDMSKH-Lc/s1600/DSC03190.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3mcMJbubdkg/T4MKFCjHgQI/AAAAAAAAAIw/8duDMSKH-Lc/s320/DSC03190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729434232645189890" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is at Boston Children's Museum. I spent hours there.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPB8QeKtt2k/T4MKE2wtnhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/u8rRznlI4Hs/s1600/DSC03185.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QPB8QeKtt2k/T4MKE2wtnhI/AAAAAAAAAIk/u8rRznlI4Hs/s320/DSC03185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729434229480988178" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Unc said, "Tickle tickle!" and grabbed my belly. I laughed and ran into a plastic tub of toys. I blame him for what happened to my lip.<br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5ugmSPV9a0/T4MKGf8a9EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hFAgzSkLpR4/s1600/DSC03259.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H5ugmSPV9a0/T4MKGf8a9EI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/hFAgzSkLpR4/s320/DSC03259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729434257715819586" border="0" /></a>The zoo has a water park that is just right for me. I get to run around and grab at the jets of water. Nice way to cool off. I got very excited about the birds and also liked some monkeys and a bongo. The butterflies were pretty, but calming for me.<br /><br />So, I've had a surge of comprehension. If asked, I can now point to my nose, belly, and foot. I now say Ball and Book. My favorite word is "Dohp" which means "give me that" or "do this for me". If you sing "Doo doo doo", I'll often sing back to you.<br /><br />Mommy asked me to put some clothes from the dryer into the hamper, and I did it for her. I also like to help put food on the magic sliding thing at the grocery store that takes it up to the lady who slides it over something that makes it go beep, boop, beep.<br /><br />Strangers are fun. When we flew to Boston, I crawled into a nice lady's lap on the airplane and we played together for a while. Then on the way to the zoo, we stopped at a gas station and I ran up to a man who was eating a sandwich and jumped up into his lap. People seem to like me.<div><br /></div><div>I like to take the broom around the house and push it back and forth on the floor. I carried around some cinnamon Life cereal while sweeping this morning. Mom called it counter productive, but I call it delicious!<div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-30987568256459510942012-03-02T14:58:00.004-08:002012-03-02T15:10:31.343-08:00I want to ride my tricycle, I want to ride it where I like<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCxissboK7Y/T1FSnRhttMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/W9FjTcfziiM/s1600/DSC03135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rCxissboK7Y/T1FSnRhttMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/W9FjTcfziiM/s320/DSC03135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715440236783056066" border="0" /></a><br />Discovered a world outside the windows.<br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgCsrX55y1g/T1FSnH6CRjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IzOwJh_56f8/s1600/DSC03132.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fgCsrX55y1g/T1FSnH6CRjI/AAAAAAAAAH8/IzOwJh_56f8/s320/DSC03132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715440234200712754" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-TQTGH0vog/T1FSm3aXenI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q0H7xlxVjoI/s1600/DSC03127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-J-TQTGH0vog/T1FSm3aXenI/AAAAAAAAAH0/Q0H7xlxVjoI/s320/DSC03127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715440229772917362" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpJ45SJNE40/T1FSn46hpHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pDEoXFp1l6I/s1600/DSC03140.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bpJ45SJNE40/T1FSn46hpHI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pDEoXFp1l6I/s320/DSC03140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715440247356105842" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuF_x5M0bRY/T1FRES8A8kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6Tgoe6_563M/s1600/DSC03101.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QuF_x5M0bRY/T1FRES8A8kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/6Tgoe6_563M/s320/DSC03101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715438536354755138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Mom and I step out in jungle patterns and red.<br /></div><br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vsSqJ5UiF48/T1FREPAnl1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/h9POc100upQ/s1600/DSC03097.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vsSqJ5UiF48/T1FREPAnl1I/AAAAAAAAAHM/h9POc100upQ/s320/DSC03097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715438535300323154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I hop on pop at the beach.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkTUY_G7INw/T1FRD26NF1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/WTtlnpWkCB0/s1600/DSC03040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UkTUY_G7INw/T1FRD26NF1I/AAAAAAAAAHA/WTtlnpWkCB0/s320/DSC03040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715438528830969682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Grumpaw and Meemaw visited.<br /><br /><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPgQbE0CqTA/T1FRDec1mzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZLrhU7zLs0c/s1600/DSC03086.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LPgQbE0CqTA/T1FRDec1mzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/ZLrhU7zLs0c/s320/DSC03086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715438522265344818" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Exploring at Jax Beach.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxXEWtNKcVo/T1FRFSbP4iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UKkD8m3Srlg/s1600/DSC03123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fxXEWtNKcVo/T1FRFSbP4iI/AAAAAAAAAHo/UKkD8m3Srlg/s320/DSC03123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715438553397191202" border="0" /></a><br />My new tricycle! Daddy put it together for me. He told Mom, "I'm not going to pay anyone $10 to put something together when I can do it myself!" So it sat around for a while, but I enjoyed smacking at the box, because every time I did Mom would roll her eyes at Dad. We finally got it out this week. I hold onto the handles like a natural and enjoy looking around while Mom and Dad chatter about boring stuff behind me. Sometimes Mom loads a shovel and rake in the back and we go exploring in the forest. I like to smack dirt with a rake now like she shows me.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-11004726010548373662012-02-20T06:13:00.004-08:002012-07-16T08:24:41.360-07:00Life's a Beach<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jxTIGcULtJY/T0JVqQExbBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/b7Frk_cU7xM/s1600/DSC03020.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5711221461817060370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jxTIGcULtJY/T0JVqQExbBI/AAAAAAAAAGs/b7Frk_cU7xM/s320/DSC03020.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>We went to Ponta Vedra beach with Ray and Deb when they visited. I love the sand now, but the cold water scares me. I tried to eat the sand but for some reason Dad wouldn't let me. Greedy, probably just wanted it all for himself. <br />
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Unc has been trying to teach me his name since we met. I finally have it down. I point to him and say his name loud and clear: Gum. He says his name is Unc, but I know it's really Gum.<br />
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Mom takes me to the playground and story time at the library often now. I enjoy playing, but really love watching others. I love playing classic peekaboo, but also reach for someone like I want them to hug me or pick me up, then turn away at the last minute and laugh. meetings are tough because I have to sit still when I would rather press buttons on the water fountain or help Dad with the microphone or sound assignment he is given. When will they let me up on that stage?<br />
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I got my fifth tooth this week, bottom left just next to my front left. I wonder how many of them things I need. I can already incise cereal poofs. My favorite thing to eat is fruit, especially peaches and strawberry. I also love beans and veggie buffalo wings.<br />
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Mom keeps talking about how she wants me to start scribbling. She shows me how to do it, like every stinking day. So finally when she gave me a big purple crayon I ran into the foyer and made a long mark on her wainscoting. She was less thrilled than I expected. Make up your mind, lady!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-1960182275482997872012-01-24T06:52:00.000-08:002012-01-24T07:19:54.007-08:00Twinkle Twinkle Little Muffin ManSo I got my first top tooth, on the left side just like my first one on the bottom. I'm starting to look more like a bunny than a bulldog, which is fine by me. We are saying goodbye to a lot of friends right now, to Lisa and Mark R. who are moving to Colorado, to the Kims, to the Hendersons who are going back to English, and to Rebekah who is headed to Mexico to help where the need is great. But there are a lot of firsts this month too!<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PHBM1twKZo/Tx7ISVSL6RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GFgQwkXdDtY/s1600/383903_10150588524070955_788560954_11048263_42042312_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701214395574249746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8PHBM1twKZo/Tx7ISVSL6RI/AAAAAAAAAGU/GFgQwkXdDtY/s320/383903_10150588524070955_788560954_11048263_42042312_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>I am not walking, I am running. I do it all day long. I have started stacking cups, opening containers to put things in them and closing the lid again, saying "look" and pointing with my index finger, calling "Dad" when he comes home, what else? I sit and flip through board books and "read" them out loud, and I will sit still for mom or dad to read to me at night, but I'm the one who turns the pages when they tell me to. Impressed? Me too. <br /><br />Mom finally convinced Dad to let me play with the ride-on firetruck they got me a long time ago. It plays two songs: "Do you know the Muffin Man?" and "Twinkle Twinkle", but I never let them play through. I like to press the buttons again and mix it up. Unc says I'll be a DJ mix master. Fo shizzle.<br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6168505201786678224.post-88970554031265997052011-12-17T06:11:00.001-08:002011-12-17T06:20:24.378-08:00Hey, Bulldog<div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v8LgnbM34SE/TuyjflrRs9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/WwukTcBIa68/s1600/DSC02921.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687100192546993106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v8LgnbM34SE/TuyjflrRs9I/AAAAAAAAAFw/WwukTcBIa68/s320/DSC02921.JPG" /></a>Hangin with Unc before the meeting.<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMvQWp_eKCY/TuyjfczO7xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5F51lUMCqJA/s1600/DSC02934.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687100190164446994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aMvQWp_eKCY/TuyjfczO7xI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5F51lUMCqJA/s320/DSC02934.JPG" /></a>Trying to escape.<br /><div align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZITzuWGJKCI/TuyjefE_prI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NfisnHb8Txo/s1600/DSC02949.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687100173595944626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZITzuWGJKCI/TuyjefE_prI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NfisnHb8Txo/s320/DSC02949.JPG" /></a>My pretty little headdress.<br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6S4ipY84S4/TuyjeE2JRAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KgpNIZ4nKmI/s1600/DSC02976.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687100166554338306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j6S4ipY84S4/TuyjeE2JRAI/AAAAAAAAAFM/KgpNIZ4nKmI/s320/DSC02976.JPG" /></a>This is my first time in tights, for the CO visit. <br /><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mPr7mMb2XE/TuyjLYrCtQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cdX-Yt_uDjI/s1600/DSC02977.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687099845458965762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9mPr7mMb2XE/TuyjLYrCtQI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cdX-Yt_uDjI/s320/DSC02977.JPG" /></a>Safari so good.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="left">I just sprouted my second tooth, also on the bottom. Mom says I look like a little bulldog. Nice. This morning I figured out how to make fart noises on Mom with my mouth. It was an instant hit with Dad. It was also some grim foreshadowing. Minutes later, Mom was putting Dad's back in on the floor. All that pushing on his belly made the inevitable happen, and he released some evil right by my face. So I crawled over and stood up, then puked on his head. It was an instant hit with Mom.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Now when I get angry I use my fingers to make my lips go "Bulluh bluh bubble". I also stick my tongue out to sing "Deidel deidel die", which I think is from Fiddler on the Roof "If I was a Rich Man". </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Just the past few days I have started taking a couple of steps to grab at something. But I'm like Wile E. Coyote, and the minute I realize I'm walking I fall down.<br /></div><div></div></div></div></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10731638014468810476noreply@blogger.com0