The Grandparents Poulsen

Tonight I had dinner at Grandpa and Grandma Poulsen's house.  I didn't actually get dinner.  Mamasita did.  I put my hands in her rice.  That's as close as I got to the food.  But it smelled in-CREDIBLE!  I love it there.  Me and my mommy go once a week rain or shine.  Or snow.  It's pretty cool at their house.  I always get to be the center of attention.  Wait.  I'm the center of attention pretty much wherever I go.  But it just feels good to have all those baby-love-vibes floating around.  And their house has awesome vibes.
They have The Big Black Dog.  Him's name is Thor.  Him's big but I'm not a-scared of him.  I'm a brave boy.  Him comes in and out of the house and everytime him comes in- him gives me a once over. A lot of sniffing.  Sometimes some slobber. And then a big wet kiss!  Him and I have a lot in common.  That's my routine when I meet people too. 
Gramps cooks the dinner.  (and the dessert...mom's favorite part.)  He's a funny cook.  He dances around and plays fun songs and waves his hands in the air.  Is that what I'm supposed to be doing?  It cracks me up.  When I get bored he carries me over to The Fridge.  It's fascinating.  There's so much... information... to... take in.  I can stare at it for minutes on end.  And he'll patiently hold me there until I'm through.  It's a lux life.  My favorite thing is he calls me "Babou."  I like being his Babou.  Grandpa can always calm me down.  I feel real safe with him.
Grandma Sheri got a video camera for Christmas so guess who got to star in a full length feature film? ME!  I can see it now- Coming to theaters this January KOLER SCHMOLER-Part I.  I'm going to be big.  And you thought I couldn't grow anymore.  Pishaw.  Grandma Sheri makes me feel real special.  She is always mugging on me and kissing my cheeks.  And she wonders why they get chapped.  My lands.  She's good at encouraging me to try new things.  Tonight we banged our hands on the counter top for a SOLID five minutes.  It was a hoot.  A hoot I tell ya. 
I like it when we go there.  I'm just so relaxed.  It's like a mini-vacation.  I think my mom feels that way too. 

I found a new favorite thing to play with...


I love them and I bring them everywhere I go.  They are pink and wiggly and i just lub dem.  My toes! Now,   I don't like every one's toesies... just mine.  I'm so glad I figured out they were there.  Sometimes I lay on my back, grab my feet, and forget to let go, and I tumble from side to side. It makes my mom laugh.  I like making her laugh.

Not no way. Not no how.

Guess what?  I don't like going to bed anymore.  I don't like my crib.  I don't like my pajamas.  I don't like my blankets.  I don't like how it gets dark.  I don't like lullabies.  I don't like being by myself.  I don't like being rocked.  I don't like being sung to.  I don't like bedtime prayers.  I don't like a bedtime story.  I don't even like my bath.  I don't like going to bed.

And nothing you say is going to change my mind.