It's just so hard to resist...

Mommy and Daddy bought and set up a Christmas tree a couple weekends ago. Since they put it right where my toys normally go, I assumed the tree was a present for me. Naturally, I want to play with it all the time.

Everything is just so shiny and jingly...


Mommy and Daddy weren't happy that I ignored their repeated "No's" about touching the tree, so they started giving me time-outs. Time-outs aren't fun. You have to stay in one place for a really long time. The first time Mommy and Daddy made me go to time-out, I didn't understand and it took 20 times before I stayed in my spot in the hallway (which, by the way, is a really boring place to have time-outs).

Oh no, back to time out again...

In Trouble Again

With getting older comes more curiosity. That's what I tell my parents every time I dump out and shred all my baby wipes or whenever I get into the nightstand and play with the Kleenexes.

15 Months Old and Counting

I recently had my 15-month appointment. I am growing up fast. Mommy and Daddy decided that because I am a big boy now, things around the house had to change. Some of the changes were good and some weren't.

A good change is that I finally get to ride front-facing in my car seat! It is so much fun to see what is going on around me, instead of just looking at the back of the seat!

Another good change is that I get to use a big boy cup now instead of the bottle. I feel like a grown up!


As I said, not all the changes were positive. Mommy and Daddy have gotten very strict about my eating habits. I have consequences now when I refuse foods by spitting them out or when I throw my plate across the room. Instead of just getting told "no" I get taken out of my highchair and put on the floor until I can act like a big boy again.

All in all, I like being 15 months old. It is more fun at daycare because I get to play with the other kids more. They are teaching me so much. I dance a lot more now and imitate everything. I can't wait to see what it will be like when I'm even older!

Scaling the World

Since My last posting, I have learned how to climb. It seems to be scaring the bejeezus out of Mommy and Daddy, but I love it because I can be a lot more independent now.

I can climb onto boxes...

my little chair...

the rocking chair in my room...

and the couch (with just a little bit of assistance).

First Encounter with Snow

It snowed earlier this week, so Daddy and Mommy put on my snowsuit and took me outside. As you can see, I didn't like it. First, my snowsuit was too small--I couldn't raise my arms up all the way! Second, I can't walk in my snowsuit because the bottoms of my feet are covered. Third, and most important, it's cold in the snow!

The video shows my dislike for the snow. At the beginning, it appears that I am trying to play in the snow, but I am actually just trying to get my mittens off.

Red and Puffy

Last week, I had another reaction. Mommy thinks I have been eating off the floor again. I got all red and puffy this time. I only had a few hives, but I was shivering really bad, so Mommy and Daddy put me in a nice warm bath.

Luckily, my medicine started working right away, so I was still able to enjoy my bath.

Where's Linus?

Where's Linus?

Do you see me?

Here I am!