Have you ever felt so tired that your face falls off? I had that sensation today.
Wanna know why?
Yesterday my parents wake me up super early and get me ready and we drive for a bagillion years and go to my G-G-ma's in Fruit Heights. She has a big sparkly blue thing in her back yard. Turns out, it's a gigantic bathtub. Everybody was in it and I went in it and I loved it. Loved it! Dad carried me around and Mom and Dad threw me to each other and I splashed and played. Oh man, it was a blast.
Then I got dressed and went to G-pa H's and Nana's place. I was really starting to feel my weariness (I swear my mom makes me use the weirdest words, why can't I just say tiredness or sleepiness? Would someone please talk to this woman?) and it took me a while to start trying to tear their house apart. They gave me gifts. Gifts, I tells ya! Mom kept saying how cute they were with Dad nodding his approval, but me? I liked the tissue paper! It crackles.
So, I had a big day yesterday and so today I was very tired. Plus, I have something called 'allergies' and my nose was running. It's still on my face so it must run pretty fast cause I've never noticed it being gone. Sometimes I think grown ups just make up words so they can give you medicine that makes you tired.
Mom keeps saying she's writing a book and I think that's great. It's taken her a long time, though. The books she reads to me take like two seconds to read, wouldn't they just take like, I dunno, four seconds to write? I really don't know if I'll ever understand grown ups in general. Everything is so complicated. 'No, Addy, don't crawl on the fireplace, you'll bonk." "No, Addy, don't squish the peas on your tray, eat them.' 'No, Addy, don't eat the cat food, it's yucky.'
It looks good to me! Looks better than peas anyway...
AddyBaby
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Yay for Chocolate Chip Month!
My mom and I celebrated chocolate chip month today by eating chocolate chip pancakes. They were so ooey gooey good. I didn't even draw with them, I just ate. Which is weird... for me... ya know?
I've learned a new word. Here are the words I've learned in the order I've said them:
Dada, Mama, Doggie, Kitty kitty and last but not least, OW!
Mom says it when I get excited and accidentally smack her face. I've started saying it a little bit. I don't know what it means. Perhaps it means 'more'... Hm.
Mom and I have been doing laundry lately, I hate doing it. It's so boring! It's like when Mom makes her bed, it's so boring! She just steps over me when I cry and goes to one side of the bed, then she steps over me again and fixes the other side. Over and over and over and over and over and over again.
I've also found that fake crying isn't really working the way I thought it would. When I do it, Mom and Dad just laugh. How can they tell? Is it the tone of my voice? The lack of tears? Or perhaps the goofy face I make? I'll have to keep working on it.
Mom says I'm going to be 1 soon. Funny, I thought I was 11. Maybe my mom can't count. Isn't it supposed to go 1, 23, 456, 34, 22, 11? (Alright, so I don't know my numbers yet either.)
Besides chocolate chip pancakes I've been having eggs a lot. I love them. LOVE them. Then after eggs I get some pears and uhhhh my belleh is so full. But it's so good and I'm so glad Mommy still feeds me even though I sometimes spit my food out on her.
For those of you who don't know, I'm a fairy princess duchess queen tinkerbell princess godmother princess. So, if you ever need, ya know, blessings or wishes just ask and I can spit my fairy princess duchess etc, etc, etc magical dust on you and you'll have everything you've ever wanted! First time is free, I charge after that. Gotta start thinking about that college fund now.
I've learned a new word. Here are the words I've learned in the order I've said them:
Dada, Mama, Doggie, Kitty kitty and last but not least, OW!
Mom says it when I get excited and accidentally smack her face. I've started saying it a little bit. I don't know what it means. Perhaps it means 'more'... Hm.
Mom and I have been doing laundry lately, I hate doing it. It's so boring! It's like when Mom makes her bed, it's so boring! She just steps over me when I cry and goes to one side of the bed, then she steps over me again and fixes the other side. Over and over and over and over and over and over again.
I've also found that fake crying isn't really working the way I thought it would. When I do it, Mom and Dad just laugh. How can they tell? Is it the tone of my voice? The lack of tears? Or perhaps the goofy face I make? I'll have to keep working on it.
Mom says I'm going to be 1 soon. Funny, I thought I was 11. Maybe my mom can't count. Isn't it supposed to go 1, 23, 456, 34, 22, 11? (Alright, so I don't know my numbers yet either.)
Besides chocolate chip pancakes I've been having eggs a lot. I love them. LOVE them. Then after eggs I get some pears and uhhhh my belleh is so full. But it's so good and I'm so glad Mommy still feeds me even though I sometimes spit my food out on her.
For those of you who don't know, I'm a fairy princess duchess queen tinkerbell princess godmother princess. So, if you ever need, ya know, blessings or wishes just ask and I can spit my fairy princess duchess etc, etc, etc magical dust on you and you'll have everything you've ever wanted! First time is free, I charge after that. Gotta start thinking about that college fund now.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Eureka!
Guess what.
Shaking your head means NO! Nodding your head means YES! But who needs nodding or yes when it comes to what your parents want? I mean, really, come on.
I've discovered many things this week. Climbing up on the fire place can be painful. This week I climbed up on there and my mom kept saying, "Addy, you're going to hurt yourself." She'd say no, which totally didn't work. I'm amazingly talented at ignoring her already.
Does anybody know what ignore means? E-mail me when you know... also, let me know what e-mail is.
Anyway, I kept climbing on the fireplace and after saying No mom would pick me up and take me elsewhere and try to get me to play with toys. Psh, yeah right! So finally my mom says, "Okay, you go ahead and climb up there, but if you fall you'll get hurt." Of course, I rolled my eyes in my own little way and climbed onto the fireplace. My mom said, "Climb down, Addy." I looked down at the carpet which must have been twenty feet down and decided to climb down.
Sort of.
I leapt off the fireplace and hit my mouth on the bricks. I sat there for a moment, totally stunned, then sucked on my bonked lips. It helped. Then I looked at my mom and climbed back onto the fireplace. You should have seen the look of utter incredulity (thank you Harry Potter CDs for teaching me that word) when I didn't cry. I kept climbing and falling, conking a few times but not crying. Mom says I'm one tough cookie and I say, darn tootin'.
I love the weekend. I get to hang out with Dad alllllllll the time on those days. Which is totally fun. He sings me little songs and talks to me in strange languages. For some reason, I totally understand what he says. He took me on the tramp today and oh my goodness, it was so fun.
Speaking of fun! Mom sat with me on the floor, she kept standing me up in front of her and clapping when I stood all by myself. I admit, I enjoy it when she applauds my little accomplishments. Then she kept reaching her arms out and saying, "Come to Mommy!" Well, that was harder than it looks. But, I'm happy to say that I took one step then fell... at least five times. So really, that's five steps. Yay! When I fell Mom would swoop in and pick me up hugging me tightly and we giggled together. Sometimes I would lay there even after Mom let me go and listen to her breathe or hum to me. She's quite comfy, squishie and she smells good.
Mom said she wants to get me some Shel Silverstein poetry books for my birthday. First of all, what's poetry and second, le why? She says it so she can read me a poem every night and I'll grow to have an appreciation for it. Appreciation like changing my diaper so I'm comfortable? Feeding me when I'm starving and my stomach is eating my other guts so it won't growl anymore?
Sometimes Mom and Dad are so weird. But I love them. Saturday they went on a date and I missed them but I had a lot of fun with my grandparents. They're weird, too.
Oh and on my final note, I've started my Patrick army. I now have two Patricks, although Mom won't let me have them both at the same time. My newest Patrick was soft and smelled funny, I didn't like him, but then Mom did something to him and he smells clean (le yuck) like my other Patrick. She does what she can but honestly, who wants a clean Patrick?
Shaking your head means NO! Nodding your head means YES! But who needs nodding or yes when it comes to what your parents want? I mean, really, come on.
I've discovered many things this week. Climbing up on the fire place can be painful. This week I climbed up on there and my mom kept saying, "Addy, you're going to hurt yourself." She'd say no, which totally didn't work. I'm amazingly talented at ignoring her already.
Does anybody know what ignore means? E-mail me when you know... also, let me know what e-mail is.
Anyway, I kept climbing on the fireplace and after saying No mom would pick me up and take me elsewhere and try to get me to play with toys. Psh, yeah right! So finally my mom says, "Okay, you go ahead and climb up there, but if you fall you'll get hurt." Of course, I rolled my eyes in my own little way and climbed onto the fireplace. My mom said, "Climb down, Addy." I looked down at the carpet which must have been twenty feet down and decided to climb down.
Sort of.
I leapt off the fireplace and hit my mouth on the bricks. I sat there for a moment, totally stunned, then sucked on my bonked lips. It helped. Then I looked at my mom and climbed back onto the fireplace. You should have seen the look of utter incredulity (thank you Harry Potter CDs for teaching me that word) when I didn't cry. I kept climbing and falling, conking a few times but not crying. Mom says I'm one tough cookie and I say, darn tootin'.
I love the weekend. I get to hang out with Dad alllllllll the time on those days. Which is totally fun. He sings me little songs and talks to me in strange languages. For some reason, I totally understand what he says. He took me on the tramp today and oh my goodness, it was so fun.
Speaking of fun! Mom sat with me on the floor, she kept standing me up in front of her and clapping when I stood all by myself. I admit, I enjoy it when she applauds my little accomplishments. Then she kept reaching her arms out and saying, "Come to Mommy!" Well, that was harder than it looks. But, I'm happy to say that I took one step then fell... at least five times. So really, that's five steps. Yay! When I fell Mom would swoop in and pick me up hugging me tightly and we giggled together. Sometimes I would lay there even after Mom let me go and listen to her breathe or hum to me. She's quite comfy, squishie and she smells good.
Mom said she wants to get me some Shel Silverstein poetry books for my birthday. First of all, what's poetry and second, le why? She says it so she can read me a poem every night and I'll grow to have an appreciation for it. Appreciation like changing my diaper so I'm comfortable? Feeding me when I'm starving and my stomach is eating my other guts so it won't growl anymore?
Sometimes Mom and Dad are so weird. But I love them. Saturday they went on a date and I missed them but I had a lot of fun with my grandparents. They're weird, too.
Oh and on my final note, I've started my Patrick army. I now have two Patricks, although Mom won't let me have them both at the same time. My newest Patrick was soft and smelled funny, I didn't like him, but then Mom did something to him and he smells clean (le yuck) like my other Patrick. She does what she can but honestly, who wants a clean Patrick?
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