Sunday, August 24, 2008

Killer Zombie Attack.



(Mommy's Note: In case you can't understand what my adorable, loving 2 year old is saying, he's growling "I want to eat your brains." Now where in the hell do you think he learned that? As far as I can tell, our home has been Zombie-free for at least 6 months...)

Thursday, August 21, 2008

Hunting with my Dad.

Stop laughing. Daddy and I really do go hunting. Here's what we do:


Through the open pantry door, we quietly and patiently stalk our prey. Decisions must be made, and things must be sacrificed. What will survive? What will become our sustenance?





Which of these delicious and moist snack cakes must give its life so that we can be fed?



Ding Dongs or Zingers? Zingers or Ding Dongs?





Oh, delicious Ding Dong, thank you for making my tummy full and my heart sing.

Sunday, August 17, 2008

My Grandma's Rice.


The other day, my Mommy asked me what I wanted for dinner, and I told her that I wanted my Grandma's fried rice.


Well, I didn't get any THAT day, but the next day, Daddy and I called Grandma, and we told her that I REALLY wanted some of her rice.


See, my Grandma makes the best fried rice in the world. Now, I mean no disrespect to the fine folks at the Eggroll House, who make excellent rice and who have gotten me through my rice cravings in a pinch, but really, Grandma's is the best.



So guess what? My Grandma must really love me, because she came over and brought a great big bowl, all for me!


I've eaten in for at least two meals a day for the past two days, and I'd eat it for breakfast if Mommy would let me.

Thanks Grandma! You're the best! Did I mention that I love eggrolls, too?



Friday, August 15, 2008

Personal preference.

According to Mommy, I have something like $1,458,543.90 worth of toys. She never seems to understand that really, all I need to have a great time is a stick.

They're mulit-purpose. You can poke things, hit things, and even pretend to be Darth Vader with a stick.



I never did find out what lived down this hole...

My stick even helps me take out all my aggressions in a constructive manner.


Mommy, save your money. Stick and I have this playing thing covered, ok?

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Magical things.

Sometimes, Mommy has to go to work, and she lets me stay home with Daddy. And sometimes, Daddy makes magical things happen.


Sometimes, Mommy leaves for work and there is a completely empty spare room upstairs.


And sometimes, when Mommy comes home, she sees this in the room formerly known as the spare room:







Thursday, August 7, 2008

Old friends and new.

Today, Mommy and Daddy took me to the play area at the mall to "run myself into the ground," as Mommy puts it, and while we were there, we ran into some friends!

See, a long time ago, when Mommy was a little girl, she had a friend named Karen. Karen and Mommy did practically everything together. They rode bikes, and played in the creek, and talked on the phone, and went on vacation (lost Smurfs and all), and loved Bo Duke, and ate lots and lots of ice cream cones and olives and Grandma Mary's spaghetti...

Now that Mommy and Karen are older and have kids of their own, they don't have time to do all that fun stuff any more. Mommy says that being a grownup is a lot of work. But today, I had the best time playing with Chloe and Zane, who are Karen's kids!

This is Chloe. She is six years old, is very, very tall, has beautiful long blond hair, and is just about the prettiest girl I have ever seen! She helped me to remember to stay inside the play area, and she helped me climb up things that were too tall for me.


This is Zane. Zane is 10 years old, and he is from Vietnam, just like my Grandma Johnson! Today, he showed me how to jump really high and really far from one thing to the next. He's really strong and really fast!


I had a really great time today meeting some new friends, and Mommy loved to have a chance to catch up with her friend Karen and Karen's Mom Kathy. We have to get together again sometime really soon! I don't want Chloe and Zane to forget me!

Friday, August 1, 2008

Learning to express myself.

"Toddlers sometimes get frustrated because they do not have the language skills to express themselves." - National Network for Childcare



Mommy used to believe that sometimes I might feel frustrated because I don't have enough words to verbalize how I feel. She helps me by reading to me, and teaching me lots of new words, and helping me to describe how I'm feeling. It's going well.


A few nights ago, Daddy suggested that it might be near bedtime. I wasn't ready for bed, so I used my words to tell him about it.


Here's what I said:


"Crap. You stupidhead. My no want to go to bedtime. I go sit over here on the couch and you yeave me ayone, ok?"


Mommy isn't worried about my ability to express myself anymore...