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?