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.

Dear Santa:

I know we didn't hit it off very well the other day. And I didn't get the chance to tell you what I want for Christmas. So, here's my list:

- Mug full of hot coffee
- Some live wires
- An open bottle of beer (I just want to pour it everywhere)
- A box, stool... whatever will help me get up onto the tables in this house.
- Another empty milk jug

That's about it. By the way, I forgive you.

Movin' On Up!!!

My parents' have a new obsession... I can walk (and drop right back down on my butt)! Really, the only reason I try to walk is because I am so entertained with everyone else's excitement. They smile so big for me. And I smile right back. It's contagious, you know. But, to get from A to Z, I crawl. And I am not light on the knees and hands. No Sir-reee. BAM! BAM!! BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!!!!!!! You always know when I'm afoot and aknee.

You'll also always know when I'm on my way up the stairs. I'm loud and fast. I like to get half way up, turn around, and give a big loud happy growl A spectator's growled response is always appreciated. If ever I am blue (screaming my face off), someone will open the back door and offer me the stairs. It's like an olive branch. Off I go. Love love love the stairs. Don't mind the big rug burns I have on my forehead, nose, lip, and chin . I am learning (on Dad's shift) that this stair climbing is risky business.