I'm a little late on my twenty-six update. I was so busy working on my road-trip skills I hardly noticed the calendar. So, a belated update.
Twenty-six is a pretty good age. I think I've finally achieved a solid two-year-old attitude, complete with fit-throwing skills and and irrational-behavior skills. Most of the time my mom and dad think I'm a pretty awesome toddler-peep. Once in a while I throw in a ridiculous fit just to keep them honest.
I love playing. My favorite toys are my blocks (legos), my musical instruments, cooking in my kitchen, my doctor kit, and any stickers I can get my hands on. I love reading library books and I usually have them memorized pretty quickly. I like art projects too, especially my stamper dot paints. And rocks are the best toys in the world. I like to collect them and bring them home. It's pretty awesome when the playroom is covered in tiny rocks. I'm pretty into imaginative play. I love to play pretend trip to the zoo, pretend tea party, and pretend mom is a baby and needs a new diapie.
My chattering is at an expert level. Some of my favorite phrases include:
1. "___ is the best ___ in the whole world" or "____ is my best _____ ever ever ever."
2. "I love daddy/mommy/Sissy/Hanky so so so much."
3. "I want to do it all by myself!"
I also like to sing my way through things. I can make up songs about anything and I'm guessing I'll have a recording contract before long.
I continue to be a pretty excellent sleeper-peep. Mom and dad think it's because they trained me well. It's really just that I love my b-guck (binky) so so much and my crib is the only place we're reunited. I go to bed between 8 and 8:30 pm and wake up between 7 and 7:30 am. I was waking up earlier but mom and dad threw such a fit about it I adjusted my schedule. They can be kind of whiny. I nap about 2-3 hours each day too. In the mornings I like to have milk and watch Mickey in mom and dad's bed. But don't try and give me cold milk. My sophisticated pallet will throw a fit.
I use the potty about 2-4 times a day, depending on my mood. I've had days where I stay dry all day and wear underpants and go on the potty, but sometimes a toddler-peep just wants a diaper. Mom keeps being all, "In August we're going to say good-bye to diapers!" and I'm all, "We'll see, I can smell your lack of motivation a mile away."
My eating skills are pretty good with a side of picky. If mom and dad would just let me eat fruit and bread and cheese and cupcakes all day long, we wouldn't have any problems. But sometimes they make me eat chicken and turkey and hot dogs and pasta and vegetables. I'm usually agreeable. Except when I'm not. I'm finally pretty good with a spoon although I prefer to sit back, put my feet up and let mom do the spooning. It makes her feel needed.
I've had a pretty busy summer so far. I've been going to the pool lots, going to Camp School (glorified daycare), playing at parks, and seeing friends. This month I start nature class too!
I still have only twelve teeth but I'm pretty sure more are coming because I have an uncontrollable urge to chew my fingers all day. I'm not sure how tall I am but I'm probably about 24 or 25 pounds. I'm wearing 2T clothes mostly (with a few 18-24 months for good measure). And I'm still sitting backwards in the car because mom is neurotic and swears she's never turning me.
Well, I think that covers twenty-six. Maybe by the time I'm twenty-seven I'll no longer have a mullet.