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.