Bieber Fever

I've got it!
It started when my Mom watched an episode of Glee while I was awake.  This never happens.  When I'm up the TV is off.  Totally lame.  Anyway, one day she caved and we watched an ep.  And, for the first time, I heard musical magic.
"Baby, Baby, Baby...Oooooh!"
The TV was singing right to me!  I'm a baby! 
I was hypnotized.  In a trance like state I danced and clapped and laughed.
My dearest kindest mother, seeing my love for this Justin Bieber song, started singing it to me when I would be struggling with a diaper change or eating or getting dressed or taking a nap.
She'd sing, "Baby, Baby, Baby" and I'd pipe in the "Oooooo!" In my highest falsetto voice.

Now, that it's been about a month (and I've watched the music video 1500 times on YouTube) I can sing the whole line by myself.
And I sing it all.  The.  Time.
Mostly when I am trying to go to sleep...if you walk past my door... you'll hear a faint "baby... baby... baby...      ooooooo....."

Oh.  And I'm thinking of starting to do my hair like The Biebs.  Mom says it's time to ditch the hair band.

A Toddler's Thanks

I'm thankful I'm a super fast runner and can escape when it's time for the ole didy changing.

I'm thankful for my confidence.  Totally unshakable.

I'm thankful I know how to read.   I just wish people understood what I was reading to them.



I'm thankful for my awesome hair.



Worth repeating:  I'm thankful for my awesome hair.

I'm thankful for my "casual sassy" model look.  It comes really easy for me.

I'm thankful Mom lets me play on things I really shouldn't play on.  She's real nice.

I'm thankful for Nutella.

Vacation Weekend!

My parents took me on an AMAZING vacation to Park City, UT.  I loved it!  There was a fire right in the middle of the living room. It was behind glass... and mom could turn it off and on but it was a fire none the less. It was very hot and I liked to get as close as I could without touching it.  It made me laugh so hard.  Dad chased me around a lot and mom read me lots of books under snugly blankets.  It was any baby's dream.  My favorite part (other than the cookies... which I hadn't mentioned... but did eat lots of) was the hiking!  I'm a big outdoors man.  Nature calls me.  I suppose it is in my blood.  We took several hikes every day.  Some of which has been documented and I am thinking of collecting more footage to send into National Geographic Network.  "Backwoods Baby"  or "The Terrain Toddler."  I dunno, I'm still messing around with the title.  But check out my footage!

Enjoy!

Lub,
Koley

A Koley Comic



This is how it works.
When no one is looking... I sneak into the cabinet under the island.
That's where they keep the snacks.



Alright!  Alright!
This is the good stuff!
Goldfishies.... Oreos... BBQ Potato Chips... Cap'n Cruch....

Oooooo!
Tortilla Chips!

Hmmmm.
Sweet?



...er Salt-ay?





SALTY!
Tortilla chips, come to papa!





Oh.  Mmmm.
That is so good.
SO good!
Mm... MMMM!



Uh oh!
It's mom!
I've been discovered!



I'm making a run for it!



I think I'm safe here....

 


She found me!
When will I eat in peace!
I must escape!

.....

Ugh.  She got me.  Not the chair.

NOT THE CHAIR!




The chair.
Oh!
These look pretty good....
nom nom nom nom





Hey!  Keep the chips coming, babe.
Yeah....
It's good to be the King.





Video Killed the Blog-io Star

...but we LUB videos!

Where The Magic Happens

I thought we could take a little Tour de Kolester's Room.  This is my dog wall.  My mom made it for me.  Gosh, I love her awful.  As you can see, I like to point out where the dogs are for the little kids who don't know.  And for mom.  Or for you... if you were to come over.  I'm good at pointing to the dogs. 

On the ceiling I have all the planets (and the sun) hanging down.  They are big!  And bright!  And sometimes my dad holds me up and lets me touch the sun but TSSSSSS!  It's hot!  I like to lay on the floor and look up at the "heavens" (mine are complete with glow in the dark stars) and contemplate on the universe and the purpose of life.  And then I giggle.  Roll over.  And grab my truck.

This is my penguin wall.  I think they are funny.  They look at the dogs all day.  I know they are penguins but I call them dogs.  Everyone should aspire to something.

And this is a  morning I woke up with an especially severe case of Bed Head.
 How did this picture get in here??

Food Glorious Food

You wanna hear what my favorite foods are?

Otay.

Number One.  Oaties.  I loves me a hearty bowl of Oaties in the morning.  Or around noon.  Or 2.  Or for dinner.  You just can't go wrong.  Mom used to make me sit there and she'd feed me off of a spoon.  Phst.  Rookie mistake.  Give me my own spoon and I'll do it myself.  I can even blow on it if you tell me it's hot.

Touch my spoon and pay the consequences, brother.
Do not mess with me.

Numero Duo.  Greek yogurt.  I like regular old Yoplait yogurt too... but saying "Greek Yogurt" makes me feel all healthy and granola-ish, and like a foodie.  My dad eats eat Greek yogurt.  So I eat Greek yogurt.  She's gooood.

Tres.  Peanut Butter Toast.  It all started with toast.  I don't like plain flimsy bread.  I like it toasted.  And I thought I liked it dry.  No butter.  No jam.  Just crusty, dried out bread.  Went down smooth.  If you can imagine.  Then one day mom tricked me and put peanut butter on it.  Well that trick was a treat and I haven't turned back.  I haven't even LOOKED back!  In fact, don't tell my mom, but I just started to suck all the peanut butter off and then I don't even have to eat my toast.  I'm thinking eventually she'll get the hint and flat out give me a bowl of peanut butter with a spoon.  That's why I'm in it.  For the peanut butter.

Four-o.  Meatballs and Marinara.  Load.  Me.  Up.  And keep the garlic bread sticks coming too, will ya?

Cracking the Whip

Back in the good old days, before I could really get myself around, there were no rules.  I could do what I wanted when I wanted.  Maybe that had something to do with the fact that I couldn't move.  I was happy to just sit there and stare.  And blink.  And wave my hands occasionally.  I didn't know how bored I was.  Oh was I naive.
Now that I am almost 14 months old, I am my own person.  I have my own thoughts, feelings, and ways of doing things.  I feel more liberated.
With my freedom, however, has come rules.
I used to think that "Rules Stink."  Every time I was really getting into having some fun my mom would come along and say, "No!  No. No. No.  No.  No."  She can be such a party pooper.  She thinks she has so much power just because she waves that finger in my face.  Hmph!  Please.
I kept up this bad attitude for about a week.  I was determined to get my way.  I'm smart.  I'm able.  I've got a brain.  I don't need people thinking for me!  So when mom tried to tell me "no"  I would scream over her.  If she tried picking me up I would simply thrash around and kick and try to bite her.
I know it sounds extreme.  But my very way of life was at stake.  Think of it as a revolution.

Well, mom was just as persistent as me.  And soon I was sick of pounding my head on the floor.  Babies get headaches too.

So!  I've turned a corner.

And, let me tell you, it is a bright sun-shiney street I'm living on now.

Instead of getting all huffy and puffy when mom enforces the rules I've decided to become her right hand man.  I'm the Corporal to her Sergeant. 

For instance:  If I'm not thinking and I accidentally open the toilet lid... you know.... just.... slipped my mind that I wasn't allowed.  Mom starts in with her nos.  And I repeat it right back to her.  Finger wave and all.  "Na.  Na.  Na. Na. Na."  I can even make my eyebrows go down all serious. 

Mom is really proud of me.  Boy do I know how to butter her up.

We have a great time.  *sighs*
The real fun starts when Dad comes home and I get to enforce the rules with him.
If dad tries touching the computer?
I crawl over as fast as I can, stand up, and let him have it.  "NA! NA! NA! NA! NA!"
Same goes for opening the cabinet under the kitchen sink.  Or touching the TV.
Dad's always into things he shouldn't be.
But I feel like I'M the only one coming down on him.
Mom must be sleeping on the job.
It's a good things she has me.

This is me.  Today after lunch.  I got a chocolate chip cookie!
Payday for all my hard work I presume.

Video Debut

August 12, 2011
I was practicing my bear sounds, playing with my mom's birthday pin, and being the little darling I am.

Real Quick Peeps.

I gotta get down and eat my lunch but I wanted to sign on and post some pictures. 
I moved to UTAH!  I have a cool new room (wait until you SEE it!) and there are a lot of kids here (they ride scooters a lot... my mom calls them the Scooter Crunch Gang) and I get to see my dad everyday!
It's the greatest.
We're having pizza for lunch so I really am rushing here.... but without further ado-do:

I love watermelon!  And mom likes to cut me a nice big Slice!

It tastes good AND feels great on all 7 of my newly budded teeth.

I can feed myself now.

And I can feed mommy.  This is her being a good girl and eating her goldfishies!

I tried peaches!  I like 'em!

This was when I bit off too big of a piece of Otter Pop.  Waaaaaaay too cold.

I'm glad we're all getting connected again.

...pssst.... my mom hooked up a web cam last night!  Anyone up for a video chat?  I promise to be cute!

My Mom Was Holding Out on Me BIG TIME!

Turning one has opened my eyes to a few things that my mom has been withholding from me. 
Wonderful, marvelous things.
Things that I really love and enjoy and want as a part of my daily life.
I can't figure out why in sam hill I haven't had these before!
The first is:

CAKE!

Um...Yum? It's soft and ooeygooey and chocolatey and sweet and I had one just for me!  I took my time at first.  You see, sometimes mom puts things on my tray that aren't so hot-so (vegetables) and expects me to just scarf them down with a smile.  I've learned to sample.  But lemme tell you, I only needed a small sampling of the cake to know it was my kinda deal.  Love it love it love it.  I've been looking around the house for more of this cake stuff but I haven't found any.
The second thing mom has been holding out on is:

KIDS!

I had a couple of kids come to my big birthday bash and I was enthralled.  Mesmerized.  In love.  I laughed so hard!  I don't know why I don't have any of these kids at my house?  Where is my mom keeping them?  Is she hiding them somewhere?  I mean I made it clear as day I enjoyed playing with kids!  I mean, mom is "fun" and "nice"  and I give her big points for trying as hard as she does... but she's a mom.  And moms just aren't as cool as other kiddo-ma-griddo-me-diddo heads.  Colton especially had me going.  That Colton. *shakes head and slaps kneee* He cracks me up.  Sigh.  So- Mom?  If you are reading this?  Line up a couple play dates for me will ya?  Come on.  Get on the horn, babe.

The last thing (I can think of) that mom has only recently shared with me is:

POPSICLES.

 

They feel oh so good on my teeth and come in oh so many flavors.  I would gladly opt for popsicles over any mushed carrots or sweet potatoes or even toast (my new fave).  Soon I'll be able to hold my own stick and there will be no stopping me then.

I am sure my mom has good reasons for holding out on me.
I just can't think of any. 
Besides she wanted more for herself.

I'm One!

Today was my BIRTHDAY!
ner ner ner ner NER ner ner!
I made it a GOOD ONE!
ner ner ner ner NER ner ner!

That's ME!  Ha ha ha!  Look!  I had socks on my HANDS!  That's silly.

This is me perfecting the "Poulsen Think Look"  I get from Grandpa Poulsen.

Okay.  That's all I know of that song.  Cut me some slack, I'm only one. 
I can't believe I'm a year old.  It's gone so fast. 
At least that's what my mom keeps saying- and if she says it than it has got to be true.
There are lots of things that I do now that I am one that I didn't do when I was, let's say, a "baby."

I had a fat bald stage that lasted about 11 and a half months.  I don't talk about it much.

For instance:
For both of my naps AND at bed time- I just laid down and went to bed.  No tears.  No whining.  I just faced the music, got comfy, and went to sleep.  I mean, I KNOW I'll feel better when I wake up and to level with you - I quite enjoy my little siestas.  And, as the mature toddler I am, I see no point in throwing fits over them.
There is also the fact that I am in size 5 didies starting today.  5 seems like a big round number.  And that's the size I need to cover my big round booty.
As a 1 year old I can successfully stand on my own.  I just pop up sometimes and look around with a big smile on my face.  Mom and Dad get a kick out of it.  Wait till I walk for them.  They'll go bezerk.
Also today,  I took my toast with jam.  That seemed very adult at the time and, indeed, still does.

It is good to be one.
It is good to be the King Kole.
And, Mom, I just want you to know that I will always be your baby and I will always love to snuggle and I will always want you to hold me and make me feel better.  Mmmkay?

Peace,
Koley
(I'm thinking of dropping the "-y" and just going to Kole.  That sounds more rugged.)