a new appointment

My tum-tum Doc (Gastroenterologist) called Mums today. He said what I have is a no-no so he's going to be give me a different appointment. I guess it wasn't that big of a no-no to him because it's only a 1 1/2 hour earlier - instead of 1pm, my appointment is now 11:30am.

Big wow.

are you listening

I need to go down there.
I need to write down
sniffles
cough
yucky tum-tum
splatty poop
needles
Docs
disease

Mums says the waves are magic. Write whatever bad things you want in the sand and watch the waves wash it away.

I need the waves to wash all those icky things away so I can feel better.
I need to go down there...please.

update, part 2

My blood test and pee-pee sample are back.

The nurse lady called Mums and said my blood and pee-pee came back normal. I have NO menemena anemia, NO dabobotoes diabetes, NO blubber secko bladder infection...I'm good!

During nite-nite time, Doc called Mums. He saw my papers and told Mums something different.

drum roll....drrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

It turns out Doc was looking at different things in my blood.
***I heard Mums tell Titi Jacko this***
I have high levels of somethingbodies and he's thinking I might have Celiac Disease. The only way to find out for sure is to give a bit of my itty-bitty itentsites intestines for other Docs to look at. The only bad thing is I have to wait forever to see that Doc.

Mums was really sad because she said she gave this to me. My Doc said it's passed down from either Mums or Pops, but because Mums has the messed up troyds thyroids, it's her! She gave it to me!

So when you think of me, think good thoughts.
Pray I don't have this disease.
Pray it's just my teeth bothering me.
Pray for Mums to not be sad anymore.

pops calls it the stressful dinner

Mums has been obsessed lately about her sl<3w jams - or Heartfelt Songs as Mums calls it. So tonight over dinner we listened to this guy's album. Mums was loving it, but Pops says the songs were to stressful for him. At times Mums would just yell out the words of the song and move side-to-side in her seat.

Pops and I just looked at her. I thought she was funny.

Her singing was very catchy. At times I couldn't help but give out a yell here and there, but Pops tells me this type of music will turn me into a sucker. Mums says NO. Instead listening to her songs will help me become more sensitive to girls and their feelings.

Ummmmm...I'm only 16 months. I really have no care in the world for other people's feelings right now. All I really care about is getting what I want right then and there. And if you ask me what my favorite song is right now. I would have to say it's Tho*mas Choo-Choo song and The Wh*eels on the Bus. I love them!

no veins here...update on my tests

Doc says all my poopie tests are negative. Good thing, right? Nope. It just means it's not my poopie's fault for making me feel sick. It means more tests! Nasty, hurting tests. Like the one I had to do today!

Today at the lab...

"Is Tootles here?"

Here I am.

"Have a seat right here. But Pops needs to sit with you so he can hold you."

Hold me? For what? I can sit in that funny looking chair by myself.

"Pops, please hold his hands to his chest and keep his arms straight."

I start to cry because I don't like it when I can't move on my own. Mums is telling me all is alright and Pops is squeezing my body. Why?

The man ties this rubber thingy on my left arm and flicks. Flicks, flicks, flicks.

"No good. Let me try the other arm."

So he ties the rubber thingy on my right arms and flicks again. Flick-feel, flick-feel. I still don't know what he's looking for. But after a few flicks, he calls the lady in the front. She comes and feels my right arm.

"How's it look on the other arm?"

So she ties the rubber thingy on my left arm again and does the same thing - flick and feel, flick and feel.

"This one is better than the other one."

Okay, what are you guys talking about, and why do you need to hold my arm so tight!

"Pops, please hold him."

As I heard her say those words, all I could feel was this sting on my arm. Being that I was already crying, I cried even harder. Calling Mums and just waiting for her to come and take me away from these bad people hurting me. But she didn't. All she kept saying was a little longer, Cuddly, a little longer. When longer ended, she finally picked me up, held me, rubbed my back and told me I was a trooper.

Mums says she's sorry for giving me her weak veins. The reason why the stranger man and stranger lady took so long was because they couldn't find my vein. And after they stuck with me that icky hurting needle, the vein they found wasn't good enought. So she needed to poke me again to finish my tests.

I did get a good thing from this though. A whole bag of marshmallows. First time I tried them and I love them! Soft, gooey white things are so yummy in my tummy.

Mr. and Mrs. Fremont

I'm very happy for Auntie Burnt and Uncle Neek for finally getting married. It was a nice place. Far, but nice - hee hee. I really liked it because I got to run around, climb the stairs, and look at the wa-wa fountain. I even met a new friend!

On Sadder Day I went to their wedding with Mums and Pops. A lot of my Uncles and Aunties were there - ooooh, and Ninong Don Corleone. But he was very red and spitting everytime he talked. Pops says he had too much happy wa-wa.

hmmmmm, I wonder when I can have some happy wa-wa too.

I had fun, but at the same time I was superly-duperly tired. I wanted to sleep but couldn't because the music was booming loud! Especially since we sat next to the big honking speakers! When I heard my favorite songs I would wave my hands up and tried to fight my sleep.

Mums and Pops had tons of fun with my Aunties and Uncles too. They especially loved the Polaroid camera and kept taking pictures. Funny-funny pictures! I wish you could've seen them. Well, I have some pictures but Mums says she'll put it on some other time. Maybe tonight.

Gosh, I don't even remember the ride home. Once Mums put me in my car seat, gave me my milk, zonk, I was asleep. I don't even remember going upstairs.

say cheese!

I'm not quite sure where this is leading to, but this morning was my second "model" experience. My first was at Pop's work for their new baby line. It was fun because all I had to do was wear their shirt and just play around while this lady took my picture. The only thing was I was the only Flipifino.

Today at Bebees.R.Us there were a lot of Flipifinos! And a lot of other kiddos too. Aloha Chick was there with Auntie Duckie and Gama Duckie. She was dressed pretty snazzy - hee hee. There were some kiddos dressed too snazzy though. This little boy was in a tuxedo and this other little boy had a blue mohawk.

C'mon kiddos. You really believe that's going to give you the win? I don't think so! I don't think I'm going to win too, but Mums thought it would be fun. Plus, they really didn't see my best side since they only took ONE picture.

With a Polaroid camera!!!

Good luck to all the kiddos whose Mums didn't force them to get too snazzy and smile.

thumbs up to mums

My tum-tum hasn't been feeling well since I got back from Sun Dyago. Instead of poopie log jammers, my poop just spits out my butt-butt.

split * splat * splat * split * prttttttt

Like that!

I saw Doc today and he tells Mums there's something-nella going around in kiddos, or it could just be some sort of tum-tum bug. I don't want a bug in my tums. To be sure they have to check my poop. Mums didn't want Doc to give me an "anyma", so she took the tests home. Meaning she would have to collect my poopie then give it back to Doc.

Mums was tough! I saw her wanting to throw up when she was doing it. Gross! What's even grosser is this is what she collected! Agh!!!!

Happy birthday pops!

Just wanted to wish Pops Happy Birthday 25 times. That's how young he says he is. Mums says he only says that to feel good, but what would I know. I'm only 1 finger young.

Had a yummy in my tummy lunch with my Uncles, Aunties, Ninong and girlfriend. I was a tad grouchy because I missed my nappie, but I made it.

The best part...Pops shared a birthday present with me. He said I'm going to have a baby brother or sister. Yippie! As long as my baby brother or sister doesn't touch any of my toys, wear any of my clothes and keep Mums away - I'm excited!