Being 1 is pretty fun. I run around all day, play with toys, eat snacks, drink from my sippy cups, take the dog's toys and taunt him until he chases me. I love to laugh. A lot. I also speak my own language. Aunt Becki & Uncle Chris say it is Ewok language and if you really listen, I am definitely speaking my mind. Mom and dad are pretty well versed to my jabbering and can figure out what I need. I point very deliberately at what I want too, so that helps them out. I understand lots of words too. Go ahead, ask me if I want to take a ride in my wagon or have a yogurt. I can even point out the mouse hidden on the pages of some of my favorite books. When I'm asked, I can tell mom when I am hungry, thirsty and sometimes tired (though I hate to give in and take a nap). I can now say a few words of my own besides momma and dadda like dog, cat, baby, wheel and up. Of course, these are still my versions of the words but I'm pretty consistant so mom says we'll count them as words. Oh and I love to read my favorite books, over and over and over again.
Today was a big teething day, again. Can't wait to get my molars in...Dr said the bottom ones are on their way. They hurt A LOT and I have not been sleeping too much because of them. (sorry mom and dad) So because of the drool that seems to come with these teeth, mom stripped me down to my diaper this morning after breakfast. I'm so speedy these days, so putting on dry clothes was a challenging task and I was able to thwart mom's continuous mission to restrain me. Once she realized her attempts were futile, she gave in and snapped a few pictures of me in my glory. Oh and note the curls...would you expect anything else? Mom can't wait until my hair finally grows!