Frozen hashbrowns

You know what's really funny? Bags of frozen hashbrowns, especially when dropped from a great height.

My new friends

I just discovered that one of our cats, Sappho, is very tolerant of me. That makes her my new best friend (besides Barney, whom I found one morning while flipping through the channels and instantly fell in love with a couple weeks ago).

Here I am signing the one word I know, "more" (also used as "please"), asking Mommy and Daddy to pick her up for me.

They won't do it? I don't need them; I'll do it myself!Unfortunately she weighs almost as much as I do.

Maybe I'll just take my shorts off and run around the house instead.

Beanpole

I weighed myself a couple nights ago and I've gained exactly one pound since my 15 month check up six months ago. I've gone from notch 2 on my belt back to notch 1. And I've shot up about 3 inches. Tomorrow I'll be starting my milkshake regimen.

New haircut

About a week ago, Mommy and Daddy tried to get my haircut. Suffice it to say, it did not go well. Not as bad as the time before that when I screamed so much I about gave myself an asthma attack, but it didn't result in a haircut.

So, Mommy attacked me with scissors last night. Well, not really. Daddy distracted me with a bottle of soda and Mommy cut my hair as fast as she could. Not bad for her first time!

More cheap labor

This morning I decided to do some light cleaning before breakfast.

I gathered my supplies and headed upstairs.There's no mess I can't handle (or make bigger)!

Fun with words

Now that I'm talking a lot, Mommy and Daddy (mostly Mommy) have decided to amuse themselves by getting me to repeat fun little phrases. Here are some they have me say a repeatedly:

Boy howdy (Mommy gets a big kick out of this)
Goose poop (the sidewalk in front of Borders was covered in it today)
Oh baby
Aww man!
Alright

I also repeat things when not prompted, like "thank you," which I say whenever I hear someone else say it. Today I also added on "Take care," which Daddy says a lot.

However, there are so many words out there that I've started taking shortcuts with them. "Daddy" means one of three things: my dad, Aunt Debbie, or dog. And "Mommy" means both my mom and yummy. But don't confuse it with "mom," which is how I say "come on" while leading someone to whatever I want.

Cheap labor

Mommy and Daddy made me earn my keep yesterday.

After falling repeatedly for about five minutes it stopped being funny (to me, at least), and I was pretty much drenched, so I sat on Mommy's lap for awhile and helped her scrub that way. Then she sent me away, so I threw soap bubbles at Daddy.

I don't know if I'll be cleaning the floors again for awhile.

(That's me saying "cheese" for the camera, in case you couldn't tell.)

Visit from Aunt Donna

Last weekend Aunt Donna was in town with Chris, his best friend, and her mom. They stopped over Sunday afternoon. I made Aunt Donna super happy when I said, "Bye Donna." (Mommy misplaced the camera for awhile, which is why it took so long to post this.)

New daycare!

Mommy and Daddy moved me to a new daycare today. Even though they and I love my old one, it's run into some problems that it probably won't recover from (they're really big and involved so I won't go into detail), so we jumped ship. We're hoping that some more fellow daycarers and teachers will too, because I really do like being around everyone from my old center.

Mommy and Daddy decided that Monday would be my last day after they checked out the new place and loved it. They took me by yesterday to play for a couple hours and meet everyone else. The new place has only been open for a month, so there's hardly anyone there yet! There were only two kids there yesterday: a little boy about my age and a baby girl. More kids are set to start at the beginning of next month. Each classroom has its own playground, plus tons of cool toys. I had a lot of fun.

Today, however, did not start out that great. Once I realized that Mommy and Daddy were planning on leaving me there, I started crying and yelling, "Mommy! Daddy!" just to make them feel guiltier. I cried for half an hour after they left, and then I realized, hey, this place is great! There was only one other little boy at the center today, so we had our teacher (the director) all to ourselves. She let us play outside a ton, and she gave me as much food as I could eat (which is a lot). She was really impressed with what a big boy I was: drinking out of a cup, going down for a nap no problems, eating tons, and adapting quickly. In the afternoon we played outside with her big kids who are hanging out there for the summer. I made a hat too, which I decided to leave at school.

I had so much fun, I almost didn't want to leave! But I'll cry tomorrow too, because I miss my old friends and teachers a lot.

Car entertainment

I've devised a fun game to play in the car, during pretty much every single cartrip over the past couple weeks. It goes something like this.

Me: MomMY!
Mommy: Yes, Jax.
Me: DadDY!
Daddy: Yes, Jax.
Me: MomMY!
Mommy: Yes, Jax.
Me: DadDY!
Daddy: Yes, Jax.
Me: DadDY!
Daddy: Yes, Jax.
Me: MomMY!
Mommy: Yes, Jax.
Me: DadDY!
Daddy: Yes, Jax.
Me: MomMY!
Mommy: Yes, Jax.
Me: MomMY!
Mommy: Yes, Jax.

And so on, and so on, until Mommy turns around and looks at me. And then I hold my finger up to my lips and say, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Because the game is done. For now.