Who needs a nap?

Not me! Although, now that I'm not taking naps anymore, it sure is harder to stay awake in the evenings. The other night I was watching Mommy make dinner. When she turned from the stove to check on me, this is what she found. And it wasn't even 7 o'clock!

Bedtime vs. playtime

I sure am sneaky. The other night I didn't want to put my jammies on for bed, so Mommy said I could sleep in my jeans and shirt. But she said it might be uncomfortable for me to sleep in jeans. That was the whole point! I had no intention of sleeping. Mommy had bought me a new toy and I wanted to play with that instead of sleeping.

So after Mommy and Daddy left me in my room and thought I was asleep, I quietly opened my door and noticed that the computer room door was closed. So I quickly snuck past the computer room and went to play with my toy in my old crib room. Unfortunately, Daddy came out of the computer room a few minutes later and noticed that my bedroom door was wide open. This is what he found when he took a closer look:

An empty bed

And this is where he found me:


After that, Mommy made me get in my jammies so I would fall asleep more easily.

Oh well, you can't blame a guy for trying!

The Elephant in the room

I found this elephant costume in the back of my closet. I wore it for Halloween!!! right before I turned two. I asked Mommy to help me put it on.

Lookin' good!

My three favorite words

DON'T WANT TO!!!

But Mommy doesn't seem to understand what these words mean. She tells me I need to brush my teeth. "DON'T WANT TO!!" Next thing I know, there's a toothbrush in my mouth. Mommy says I need to wear a sweatshirt because it's cold outside. "DON'T WANT TO!!" She says if I don't put it on, we can't go bye-bye. "DON'T WANT TO!!" Suddenly Mommy is hanging up her keys and taking off her shoes. Next thing I know, I'm in the car with my sweatshirt on. Mommy says I'm doing the potty dance and need to go pee-pee. "DON'T WANT TO!!" She says that if I pee my pants after she told me to go potty, I'll go to time out. Next thing I know, I'm sitting on the cold toilet seat. Can someone please explain to my Mom what "DON'T WANT TO!!" means?

On a side note, look at these pretty flowers Daddy surprised Mommy with for Valentine's Day. They're getting really big and they smell so good.

Thank you, Special Agent Oso

Have any of you watched Special Agent Oso on the Disney Channel? Mommy is not a fan of Special Agent Oso. She thinks the kids he is supposed to help end up teaching him more than he teaches them. But I definitely learned something from him (which sure surprised Mommy!).

I was eating a jelly sandwich for lunch and asked Mommy for a napkin to put my fork on. Then I folded the napkin in half, just like Oso did, and put my fork on it on the left side of my plate. On the right, I put the knife and spoon. Then I showed Mommy that I had done it just like Special Agent Oso.



I used my knife to cut up the sandwich into smaller pieces...


that I picked up and ate with my fork.

Thanks again, Oso!

Computer Games

I love playing games on the computer. Especially Handy Manny games.

Picky Picky

Mommy and Daddy think I'm the world's pickiest eater. I think I just know myself really well. I can tell just by looking at a certain kind of food whether or not I will like it. But Mommy is trying to make me try new things anyway. She's trying to make me eat mostly the same thing she and Daddy eat for dinner. But it's kind of hard to do that when they're eating spicy cashew chicken for dinner and a salad. So this is what my plate looked like the other night:

turkey lunch meat (instead of spicy cashew chicken), a piece of lettuce, a slice of radish and a slice of canned mandarin orange (instead of a whole salad)

I've eaten turkey lunch meat before, but the lettuce, radish, and orange were all new. At the last minute Mommy threw on some shredded cheese (which I like) and Craisins (which I also like). I ate a little bit of cheese, a bite of turkey, and half a dozen Craisins. I thought that was plenty, but Mommy insisted I eat either the orange, radish, or lettuce before I got down from the table. Can you tell from the picture below which thing I chose?

And this is what I thought of that orange:


The next night Mommy actually put another piece of lettuce on my plate! Hello! I didn't eat it the night before, what makes her think I've suddenly changed my mind about those things? I'm guessing she'll keep doing that until I try it. We'll see who can hold out longer. Mommy is pretty stubborn, but so am I.