Merry Merry Quite Contrary

I had forgotten about this guy. I'm still not a fan!! I don't care how he rides or what he brings. He's sca-we! Take me off his lap before I jab his eyes out with Boba Fett. And I mean it!

Seasonal Word List:

t'mus: Christmas
t'mus whites: Christmas lights
t'mus tee: Christmas tree
cha-dit: chocolate
can cane: candy cane

Before I sign off, let's talk Chacabacca (a.k.a Chewbacca). This is me on Halloween all dressed up and smothered in cha-dit. Just like my brother did when he was two, I wanted to eat my candy at each door... but they wouldn't let me. I was suppose to put it in my tick-a-teet bag. Not my tummy. Lame.

Come play with me!

Hey there shadow!! Come pway on swides wiff me! Come on, shadow. Pease?

My shadow is quite a lovely discovery I've made. He's pretty tricky though. He can disappear out of thin air. Especially in the shade. I think he's scared of the dark.

What's the big deal?

My new controversial word? Fork! More like f%#k when it rolls off my tongue.

It irks me, though, because I never get one. I am only supplied with spoons. We will have just sat down for dinner and everyone (except for me) will pick up their forks to start eating. I don't care that I am better at shoveling my food into my mouth with a spoon. I want to be like Dean. And I let them know this loud and clear every night.

"I need a F%#K!!!" Sometimes I even say please.

Solution Oriented.

So the other morning my mama came to get me out of my crib and, as usual, I had my morning baba (yeah yeah yeah, I should have given up the bottle over a year ago... go ahead, talk to the hand). Anyway, I was sucking and sucking and pulling with my teeth... but nothing was coming out!!!! So I shoved it back into my mama's face and said (loudly of course), "Needs bah-wees!!!" (Needs batteries.)

In my world, batteries fix everything.

Round TWO.

Technically, it's round 3 since I am now working on my third year. And there is a good chance that I am actually aware of this fact. Naturally, we celebrated my second birthday with the sheep. My mom tried to make a sheep cake for me but it collapsed. So instead, we had cupcakes with sheep on them. Fine by me.

Has anyone ever mentioned that I am a LOUD baby? Well, I am. In good times and in bad. In fact, my parents don't even have a monitor in their room because they can hear me loud and clear when I wake up. And because I'm two, I'll yell if I want to. In a restaurant, to get your attention (when you're less than an inch away from me), while I play, you name it. My volume is stuck on MAX. Deal with it.

Here is my dada reading The Incredibles and Star Wars to Deano and me. Both have helped me expand my word list.

Dah Bay Do: Darth Vader
Chak-a-baka: Chewbacca
Woah da: Yoda
R2D2: R2D2
CPO: C3PO
Cay Buzz: Mr. Incredible

Peace out.

I started it.

I loved sheep first. Not Dean. ME. OK? Here I am wearing my green sheepie shirt and holding on to my BFF, Sheepie. He came with me when I went to California to visit my Pa-Pop and Grammy. I never leave home without him.

My mom recently hurt her back and neck and she's holding me and my 35+ pounds responsible. Wittle me. Can you believe it? I'm too sweet to cause that kind of damage. Just look at me and my sweet lips and curly bullet. She's got it all wrong.

New favorite word? YUM. As in 'yes.' "Dylan, do you want to go play out side?" "Yum."

What do I call myself? Dunnah. And what does everyone else call me? "Commander in Chief." That's right.

GUBBA GUM!

Ah gubba gum. AAAAHH GUBBA GUM!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH GUBBA GUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUM!! I want BUBBLE GUM!!!!!!! NOW! GIVE IT TO ME AND NO ONE GETS HURT. Actually, someone still might get hurt, but GIVE IT TO ME!

Bee-doo. Thank you.

Show me the SHEEP!!!

Man oh man... I love all things sheep! Shuan the Sheep cartoon is worth watching over and over and over again. Really. If ever I am feeling blue (flat on my back screaming and banging my limbs on the ground), somebody will say "watch sheep?" and all will be forgiven. My papa even offered me some sheep on the beach the other day. He didn't have any, but just the thought of them made me forget my troubles.

I'd give you a word list, but really I am talking in sentences. My mama's favorite word of the moment is "shubbies" (strawberries). It's a lovely fruit.

So a while ago we went down to Los Angeles to see some friends and to visit Disneyland. We were ON THE MOVE every single day. And that meant that my mama and dada got lots of photos of me sleeping whenever I could. You know you're tired when you sleep through Pirates of the Caribbean.

Expanding Word List

As mentioned, I yap a lot. I can't possibly write down all of my words. But here are the most notable...

Pea Bah Bah: Peanut Butter
Bah Me Ma Ma: Bumble Bee
Bee Tea: TV
Da Doe: Tractor
Pea: Please
Tea Tah: kitty cat
Poo: I've got poop in my diaper. Come and get it.

Tuna

This is me eating two of many pretzels in a day. I am not as easy as my big brother when it comes to food. The other day my dada ordered a TuuuuuuNA sandwich for lunch. Nobody shared with me (mercury blah blah blah). And ever since then, I can't stop saying tuuuuuNA! Tuna!! Tuna.

Tuna.

Anyway, my mama has been trying to figure out how to get protein down my throat. Any time she tries to feed me any type of meat, I spit it out. Poached, grilled, steamed, fried, I don't care. I don't want it. So today she tried a new approach. She poached a chicken breast, pureed it, and mixed it with apple sauce. And then SHE started to eat it. Of course anything she has, I want. So I growled at her. And right before she put the spoon in my mouth, she said "tuna." I ate the whole bowl. I love tuna.

Squawk squawk!!

Yappity yap yap yap. I like to talk. If you say something, I'll repeat it. So watch your mouth. Here's my word list:

Baba: Bottle
Bah-me: Batman
Deano: My cool big brother!
dat: "what is that"
coco: Dakota
aye-pe: airplane
coo: cool
Moooooon: Moon

As I mentioned, I love all things off-limits. I really love it when I find a tiny object (such as an old screw). I'll stick it in my mouth and go looking for my mom. She'll notice that something looks a little off about my smile... and as soon as she leans down to do the whole finger sweep thing, I'll BOLT!!!!!! All awkward and wobbly of course. My momentum doesn't exactly take me directly forward yet... so she easily catches up to me every time. I really should stop ratting myself out.

My Corner

Here's my big brother and me hanging out in one of my favorite corners of this house. It use to be blocked off by a rocking chair because my parents didn't want me to bring a lamp to it's knees. But the lamp has been reappropriated and I am now allowed to hide out here. As soon as I figure out that this place is no longer off limits, I'll move onto the next "no no no" locale.