Life in Siberia

Hi, Momma. Where are we going? I'm guessing somewhere really cold since I'm wearing my puffy snowsuit. What? Target? Target's only a block from here. . . are we walking? No, not walking. Why: 1) are we driving to Target; 2) am I wearing this snowsuit to just get in the car? Oh yea, that's right. It's 1 degree above zero with a windchill of 20 below. Kinda cold. Good thinking, Mommy.

Alert, alert! I just fell over. Don't worry, I'm okay. Not real good at figuring out mobility in this puffball suit. Thanks, Mommy for running to my aide. Sheesh.

While I'm down here, it looks like this block needs to go in the box. Hey, if life gives you lemons, make lemonade!

Whew. Made it up again. Momma, why do you keep running away from me, trying to get my picture? I don't look that silly in this thing. You're giving me a complex.

Alert, alert! I halfway fell down again. I am getting pretty tired of this.

There, I made it to the door. Let's go on our adventure, Mommy. Will you buy me some puffs at Target? No? Hmmm, we'll see about that (I smell a tantrum)

Wait a Minute, That's Mine

Look at this cool new toy I got. It's called a comb. Mommy and Daddy are letting me play with lots of toys I normally am not allowed to touch. I wonder why. . . is it because they finally respect my authority?

Aha. It was all an evil plot, to get me to sit still while Grandma cuts off my lovely locks. They all said I was looking like a hippie, and we all know hippies are bad. So I gave in.

Tada! I sure look dapper. I'm a dapper flapper, doo doo tee doo.

Thanks, Grandma for the lovely haircut. I bet I won't need it cut for another 18 months.

Getting to Know Me

Hi! I'm Alexander James, but my friends call me AJ. I'm 18 months old today--a year and a half to you non-baby type people. I weigh 24 pounds, 3 ounces (50th percentile) and am 33 1/4 inches tall (90th percentile). Not to brag, but I have a large brain. My skull measures 19 1/2 inches or 97th percentile. What can I say? I'm a genius.

I like:

Opening and closing doors;

Hosting playdates with my cousins;

Sunny days, sweepin' the clouds away;

Food, ANY kind;

My paci and sleeping;

Mr. Blankie;

Sticking my tongue out.

As for my dislikes, I only have a few:

Teething (ouchie);

Sledding (who invented this stupid activity, anyway?);

Bumping my large noggin;

and last, but certainly not least,

SANTA!

I'm So Lonely (An Ode To Guilt)

Where, oh where have my comment-makers gone?

Where oh where can they be?

Blogging's so lonely whithout them around

Oh, where oh where can they be?

(Insert guilt here. . .Hint Hint)