Very Busy Week

I started the week not feeling so well. But I'm also putting sentences together. I told my Mommy that my mouth hurts, that I was hot.. and that ice was cold. I waited on the couch for her to bring me ice and a cold cloth for my head.

I spent the weekend with Mommy at Grandma and Grandpa Hertz's house. Too too fun. I'm calling Grandpa, "GeeDa" and everything thinks that's really cute. I had my first whole ice cream cone, all by myself. Uncle Todd wasn't even too mad when Mommy and I dropped the rest of it on the car floor.

We visited Great Grandma and she gave me candy and a ride on her push "seat".






Cousin Ethan showed me how to take apart his trophy, ran around with me in the yard and helped me get the sprinklers to spray both of us.

Just a bit more of an update. I've starting singing. A lot. Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and Old McDonald are my favorite, but you can catch me singing the Alphabet song too.

And my Mommy and Daddy have said that I'm 2 before my time. Is that a bad thing??

I'm moving up...

DADDY'S SHOES!!

My First Bike

Grandma and Grandpa Hertz bought me a bike for Chistmas. It's COOOL!

Eating!

So I've started cooking, as much as I can. I've also mastered a few other things in the area of food... like using two spoons, eating soup, making mommy put as many things as possible on my highchair tray and sitting at the table for dinner with mommy and daddy.

Some Fierce Looks

At the Big Boy Table

I had pancakes at my Nanny's this morning. Mmmmmm....

Cooking and Work

I made mommy some dinner last night, while I was taking my bath. Granted all I had to work with were some bubbles and the bathwater, but I think she liked it. I filled my cup with water, swirled it around with my crayon. Handed it to her, warned her that it was hot.. blew on it (like she does for me) and told her to eat! She was so happy.

This morning I decided it was about time I started working too. While mommy was brushing her hair I packed my bag. I grabbed her toothbrush, my bottle, my blanket, a book, and some things of mommy's so she knew I was thinking about her. I then told her "Bye Bye Mommy! Work!" She needed to know where I was going of course. With my packed bag, I made my way down the stairs...