Half Birthday!

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.

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.