I'd like to be able to part the curtain with a big "I'M BACK!" But Joey's here now. For good apparently. So. We're back.
And can I say, against popular belief I don't mind the Joe Bo. In fact, I often remind Mom to bring him places. Not that she forgets him... I just like to be Mom's Helper. I check up on things just like her. I change diapers and give baths and get that little one to bed on time. *sigh* Being two sure is harder than being one. I tell ya.
In recent news, it's almost Christmas. (Which I pronounce Crimbus.) The tree is up and every morning the first thing I do is run out to the tree and wait for mom and the baby to catch up. Mom plugs it in and every morning without fail I am left speechless. After a few moments of revered silence I say, "Awesome." And we move into the kitchen for breakfast. My days are really centered around Christmas right now. I like to look at the tree. Point at the ornaments. Have mom pick me up to see the ones on top. I draw Christmas pictures. We listen to Christmas songs. We eat Christmas cookies. Or regular cookies. It doesn't matter to me.
My favorite game to play that doesn't involve trucks, trains, or tractors.... I like to specify because trucks, trains, and tractors are my all time favorite... But I'm branching out. So, my favorite non-truck game is "Pretend to Be Asleep." It's real easy. I pretend to be asleep. Mom covers me up. I snore. She tickles me. I wake up. And we laugh and laugh and laugh. What a game. Oh. Joey is there too.
The little rascal is growing on me.
I'm asleep.
Joey is learning from The Master
Wake Up!
Santa Beard! Christmas in the tub! The Best Ever!
Elf Hair. Mom is really good at making anything Christmas-y.
A couple weeks ago Mumsie and Popsicle took me to my old stomping ground up in Idaho Falls. I got to see Grandma Gingew. Pampaw George was out of town. We stayed at Pop Pop and Bam Bam's. I'm slowly picking names for all my nearest and dearest.
The weather was perfect for yours truly. We spent lots of time outside. Which is MY FAVORITE!
It's big news around here. If you say something, I'll repeat it for you. It's not crystal clear. But ya get the gist. And, I only talk at certain times. For instance, I never talk in front of other kids. Too shy. I rarely talk in front of any one other than mom and Dad. I don't like to talk right before bed either. If you try drilling me then... it just won't work. It is no time to educate me when I am sleepy.
Mom made a list of the words I can say. I can say 90 words!
bowl
spoon
milk
more
go
car
truck
choo choo
done
dad
shoe
sock
pants
eyes
ears
belly
baby
side (means outside)
seat
Mommy
cheese
key
quack quack
barn
door
coat
no
Uh oh
Oh no (I know it's sorta cheating counting these last three... but I'm proud of myself!)
crash
park
dog
ball
chair
couch
toast
push
night-night
bear
up
TV
cookie
cake
bird
tree
apple
bus
honk
kids
poo poo
diap (means diaper. I'll point to my whizzer when I say this... in case you don't understand me)
oh yeah!
cool
book
bee
sweep
clean
bee-kit (blanket)
light
off
Ewww! Gross!
PU
stinky
see
wow
sauce
pizza
peach
cup
sheep
sleep
ouch
bunny
kitty
meow
tick tock
pig
cow
moo
Ho! Ho! Ho!
monkey
Moose
rock
hello
bye
hoot
bum
cold
pee pee
Kole
See I'm SMART! I know this video has really gone viral. But I put it up here for the Grandmas to see. And, don't worry, I'm making more. I think it'll be a series.
Grandpa Poulsen would probably tell me I'm 547.5 days old. He's mathy like that.
That equates to a year and a half.
And lemme tell ya...
Good times NEVER seemed so good.
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.
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!
