Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is coming. Whatever that means. Daddy is trying to be thankful for what little we have and has started an outreach program for other needy families like us.Dad In Distress (more)

Um, okay?

Today I learned: 

• Apparently blueberry coffee was a bad idea. (Who thought that one out?) Daddy dumped it and Mommy kind of choked. I don't know where Grandpa got it from, but Grandma gave it to Daddy. (WTG, Grandma.)
• If I stare at Aunt Lacie after I wake up and point and her and yell, everyone laughs hysterically for 15 minutes. (???!!!???)
• Aunt Lacie learned that if she takes off her glasses before she picks me up so I don't steal them I will poke her in the eyes. One at a time. Until she puts me down. *poke*
• Daddy learned he cannot keep me awake to conform to his schedule. I fell asleep and Mommy and Daddy laid down with me for a nap. We all slept for 8 hours.
• I learned Mommy is a fast reader. She likes Harlan Coben and read one of his books today. A whole book. I can do that too, but my books are a lot smaller. And mostly pictures. Mommy's books don't have pictures. Daddy's might. hahahahaha
• I learned I'm a Gemini. Whatever that means. Mommy said it explains my split personality. Whatever that is.
• And, I learned that Mommy and Daddy love me no matter what. I like that.

I Think She's In Trouble

So, the other day they discovered that if they showed me pictures I can either name the object or make the sound it makes. Mommy showed me "cow" I said, "Mooo". Daddy showed me "car" I said, "Car." Mommy showed me "cat" I said, "Meow."


Yesterday I had a little plastic cup (they won't let me smash the "real" glasses) with an ice cube (my favoritest thing EVER) and a little water. I drank the water all gone and then got mad cause it was gone. Aunt Lacie said, "Is it all gone? Oh no! CRAP!" I threw the cup on the floor and said, "CRAP!"


Mommy said she's going to wait 'til Aunt Lacie is asleep and then she'll draw on her face with Sharpies.


What's a Sharpie?

I Think I'm Losing My Mind

I'm 16 months-old now. I'm talking, walking, running, dancing, singing, but I have a hard time sleeping. I'm moody. Everything makes me cry. If they try to help or distract me I cry harder. Last night after I finally fell asleep I had scary dreams and woke up crying. THREE TIMES.


I guess these people aren't all that bad. They did everything they could think of to do to take care of me and make me feel better. Daddy held me and rocked me, talked to me and gave me some Tylenol. Mommy held me and talked to me and laid down with me and rubbed my back until I fell asleep. After I woke up the second time (I was with Daddy the first time) Mommy helped me go right back to sleep and held me so that even while I was sleeping I would know she was right there and I was okay. When I woke up the third time (I barely woke up) she patted my back, whispered in my ear that I was ok and she loves me, rubbed my back and I went back to sleep.


She didn't sleep very well. Every time I moved she woke up to make sure I was ok and covered. We snuggled all night.


I don't know what's wrong with me, but I'm glad I have Mommy and Daddy.