Some might think I have multiple personalities, but it’s not true – I’m just a little intense, that’s all. When I want something, I’m intensely desperate; when I’m watching something, I’m intensely still and serious; when I’m pleased, I’m intensely smiley, etc.
Lately I’ve been with my mom pretty much all the time, and I enjoy running errands with her – especially when I find new ways to make those errands more difficult. For example, watching Maddy’s soccer class with mommy is fun when I keep running out onto the court with the big kids or climbing to the very top of the bleachers (which is where I am in this photo).
What I don’t enjoy is when my mom stops giving me attention to go work on the computer or in the kitchen. I’ve even been known to shun a dad or uncle from time to time, so I can run back to my mom and hold my arms up to her desperately until she picks me up and showers me with kisses.
However, I do love it when my dad feeds me and helps to keep me neat and clean, and especially when he gives me treats like this ice cream at Baskin Robbin’s family night:
As you can kind of see, I’m getting in a new tooth this week, finally starting to fill the gap between my front teeth and molars. I’ve also started sitting on the potty and even peed near it twice so far. Mostly I just sit there because it’s funny to imitate everyone making “pssssssssssss” noises at me. They don’t seem to realize that it’s a much easier noise to make with my mouth than with an actual stream of pee.
In other news, mom and Maddy have been trying to teach me sign language, but I actually prefer to just skip past the signs they’re teaching and verbally repeat the words back to them. I’m pretty good with all kinds of words, but still don’t voluntarily say much without prompting. My favorite things to say lately are “ball!!!!”, “bye bye”, “mo” (more), “peas” (please), “no” (just started that one – yay), “mymy” (Maddy), “bubba” (bubbles), “appa” (applesauce), “doggie”, animal noises, etc.
Maddy and I still love and hate each other. We have fun pushing each other around in the laundry baskets, but don’t have so much fun sharing toys. I’ve actually had my first few timeouts recently for biting incidents, but how else do grown-ups expect me to defend my possessions against someone as pushy and as big as Maddy?
I LOVE to read books, although sometimes my parents get frustrated with my requests and my book abuse. I don’t see what the big deal is – why shouldn’t I NEED to start a new book right away, even though we’re only 2 pages into the last one I handed them? And really, aren’t those lift-the-flap books made for kids to tear off the flaps?
- Hayden
