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.)

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."

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.