Video Killed the Blog-io Star

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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!