It finally happened, Peeps! I got my (pretty much, sort of) very own iPad! I didn't think mom would ever cave but she finally admitted she was probably stunting my growth and potential by being cheap. Thank goodness I have dad to talk some sense into her.
I don't have too many apps yet. You'd think after buying an iPad mom would be all, "Wow, only $2 for a game, what a bargain!" but instead she's all, "I've already spent a billion dollars on this thing, why do you need a billion dollar game??" Lame. But don't worry Peeps, I think dad knows the game-downloading password.
It took me a while to grow fluff, and I got judged for it. It's not my fault - growing golden curls is hard work.
The good news is that with a lot of carrots, a few cookies, and some humidity I've finally found the perfect combination to make the curliest mullet ever.
For my next trick I'm going to grow a cookie tree.
Mom and I both office from home. I do my best work while listening to Adele on the computer. Mom says she prefers Anything Else. I'm not familiar with that band.
Well Peeps, it's official, I'm a two year old! Hooray! Now that I'm a two year old toddler-peep, it's time for another big update!
Well, let's see. I've been working a lot on my brain-building-skills lately. My chatter skills are pretty great. I've been told I chatter like a four year old. Awesome. My alphabet skills are pretty excellent. My number skills are improving - I can count to nineteen although I skip fifteen. Details. I've got a pretty solid understanding of time (yesterday, tomorrow, not now, later, etc.) and I use pronouns correctly. My memory is pretty great so if you want me to tell you about the spider that was on the wall that Sissy-Dog tried to eat four months ago, I totally will. I also love singing - my favorite songs to sing are ABCs, B-I-N-G-O, Ring Around the Rosy, Wheels on the Bus, and Itsy Spider. But with a little help, I also know a lot of the words to "Rumor Has It."
I'm growing up pretty big. I'm twenty-four pounds (16th percentile) and thirty-two inches tall (10th percentile). I have twelve teeth! And my curly fluffy mullet is really coming in. I'm probably growing so big because I'm such a good eater. I love pasta and oatmeal and yogurt and cookies and carrots and fruit and yogurt and cookies. Plus, I get a lot of rest. I sleep about eleven hours at night (around 8 pm to 7 am) and then I take excellent naps (2-3.5 hours long!). And since I'm getting pretty grown up, I've been working on my potty skills. I still wear diapers but I use my potty 2-4 times a day.
I love playing games and toys and working on skills. I love library books, computer games, puzzles, my new doctor kit and coloring. I also love playing outside with chalk, looking for flowers and ducks, and going to the playground. Since I'm in gym class I've learned some great climbing-skills so I can climb all over the playground. I love going on adventures with mom and dad. And I'm super helpful in the car - if the car stops I tell them "red means stop!" and when we go I say, "green means go go go!" I practically have my license. When I'm not running around or playing with friends, I like to watch Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. I love Mickey and Goofy and Pete and Fluto!
Well, that's about it! I'm excited to start my third year - I think it's going to be pretty awesome. I hear two year olds get a lot more cookies than one year olds.
Okay, so I'm still one for a couple more hours (11:23 pm!), but that's a pretty lame technicality. I'm basically a two year old toddler-peep. Awesome. And tomorrow when I'm all the way two I'll tell you what it's like to be so grown up.
One more day as a one year old. I've been working on my one year old bucket list and I think I've hit all the highlights - learn to walk, learn to talk, get a tooth, pee on the potty, tell mom she drives me crazy, and eat a lot of cookies with dad. It sure seems like I'm ready for two!
It's not even my birthday yet and I've been getting packages in the mail! It's basically amazing! Today I got two Mickey books. It's possible that I read them enough to have them memorized. I can't help it - who can resist top-notch Mickey literature?!?
