1 foot or 2 feet

I've been quite independent these days. I would rather do things MYSELF and have no one help me. It's one of my favorite words to use along with NO and STOP IT.

Myself!
No!
Stop it!
Myself!
No!
Stop it!

You get use to saying it after a while. The latest thing I like doing MYSELF is putting on my pants. I really don't understand why we have to wear pants when I'm already wearing pampers, but Mums and Pops seems to put one on every time I change clothes. Plus I see other people wearing pants, so it must be thing.

It take me a good while - like forever while - to just put one foot through the entire thing. I usually get my foot stuck somewhere in the middle and just step on my pants until Mums helps me. Or until I let Mums help me.



The next part is the hardest of them all. Getting both feet through the entire thing. I can always get both feet in, but to get them in the right hole is the tricky part.



It never fails. My feet always come together in the end. Why? I try to walk, but it's hard. Mums helps me by holding my pants and then my feet go in the right hole. But I can do it all by MYSELF!

I must have been SWEET or something

I've been playing at the Sunshine Spot on Two Days and Theirs Days with my friends - my old and new "Benetton" friends. We play, we dance, we sing, we run, we hit, we cry. Whatever there is to do that kids do, we do! Today was an even new experience. WE BITE! Well, at least one of us does.



I got bit on the ear and cheek. It hurt really, really bad, but Mums and Ninang says I'll be okay. You know, it's not like I have the nicest of hands - I honestly can say they have a mind of their own! Sometimes, JUST sometimes, my hand will go whacking you in the face (whack!) or arms. Whichever I can get to first. I mean no harm. Sometimes I do it because I'm too excited. I said sometimes, okay! The other times, maybe I do mean to hit you because you have something I want. But all that does not mean you need to bite me. Biting is for food - so you could swallow, you know? Not my ear or cheek.

So whatever it is I did. I'm sorry. I'm sorry you had to bite me. I'm sorry I might do whatever it is I did to you again...

Finger in what hole?

For my 2nd birthday Mums and Pops had this super-duper idea of a bowling party. Everyone was there! I've never been bowling in a real bowling alley before so I was pretty excited. The closest I got to bowling were the toys I have at home - 2 pins and a tiny purple ball.



When I threw my first ball, I really didn't understand what to do. I just listened to Pops when he told me to "come here" and "hold the ball." After throwing the ball I tried to go after it, but Pops pulled me back. Then I watched other people bowl and now I get it. You have to throw the ball and see how many pins you can hit. I got a score of 49. 49! That's more than I can count!



Plus while bowling I got to eat pizza and drink soda. That was a good thing because I needed something to do while waiting for my turn. I hope my friends had as much fun as I did bowling.

Un dia bueno...

Happy Birthday 2 me!!! I'm 2...2 fingers now.

I'm sorry I haven't been sharing lately. Mums is pretty busy and hasn't had time to help me...soon! We're trying.

my new friend - the CHAIR

smack! slap! grab! These are just a few reasons I've been introduced to my new friend, Mr. Time-Out Chair. Alohoa Chick came over to share dinner with me and Mums tonight and for some reason, my hands do things before I even know what they're doing. I don't mean it. REALLY!!!

Well, maybe I mean to take the toys she's holding away, and maybe I mean to push her off my car when she's sitting on it, and maybe, just MAYBE I mean to push her behind me so I can climb on the slide first....but I don't mean those things to be meanster. For some reason, when she's holding a toy, that toy seems to be the best toy in the whole wide world. And I don't even want to play with it when I get!

So Mums sees me to all these things I don't really mean, and swoop, to Mr. Time-Out Chair I go. I'm not a bad boy. Mums says I'm always a good boy and never a bad boy. I just have bad hands sometimes.

When I'm sitting on Mr. Time-Out Chair, I hope Mums knows I'm not thinking about my bad hands. I think...
...how long am I going to sit here?
...can I look out the window?
...what's this DVD on the shelf?
...itchy. Can you scratch my itch?
...I need to take that toy away from Aloha Chick.

Mums kisses my good hands and give me a big hug when she comes back to me. I tell her I'll be nice and tell her oh-tay okay just so I can come down. But in a few minutes, I'm back on Mr. Time-Out Chair.

I wonder how long I'll have to know Mr. Time-Out Chair.

2 going on 3

It's been 2 weeks since Mums and Pops showed me my Big Boy Bed...and told me it was time to sleep in it. I've been doing really well! I have my nights where I still try to throw my pillow, Bey en Bees Belle and Beast, on the bed with Mums and Pops, but it comes right back in my Big Boy Bed.

Story time is a MUST before I go nite-nite. 2 books that need to be read is
"Stop, Train, Stop!" and "Feelings." The third is whatever Mums or Pops brings. Lately book #3 is "No, David!" There's super-duper lots of NO's in this book. Pops says after tonight it's going to magically disappear...huh? Why would it just disappear when I just found it? Oh well. Sometimes Mums and Pops talk funky stuff like that and I don't know what they mean.

So far I can sleep on my Big Boy Bed for nappie time like a real big boy. But at night, when I wake-up and see Mums on the other bed, I just climb over and sleep with her like I use to. She's okay with it because she helps me climb so I don't fall. She even gets my pillow!

I have 2 special sleeping buddies when I'm in my Big Boy Bed. Dollie and Keon.



Keon is new. He's still a baby. He even makes baby noises like crying and eating. I don't like those noises very much. I think that's why I end up throwing him out of my bed and it's just me and Dollie. Well, sometimes I throw Dollie out too.