Daddy is a playtoy

I love to play with Daddy. I also love to be an "upside down boy" and here I got to do both!


Mama also has a couple of short videos of Daddy and I, and Abble, playing together that were taken a while ago. She said to remind everyone that she's always behind. So here they are:

Somehow, Daddy and I discovered that it hurt less if I piled pillows up before jumping on him. So this is now the preferred method for doing a "Hop on Pop"


I also let Abble through the ball to Daddy. Daddy catches very well and very patiently for us.

The good life!

Hanging out in the clothes basket, eating strawberries and yogurt. YUM!


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Guess Who!

Daddy got me a new dresser that is a bit taller than what I had. I have a humidifier in my room and it needed a tall but stable surface. Unfortunately the dresser needed some TLC, and while Daddy worked on it I decided to check it out!

I want my DADDY!

Because Daddy has not been feeling well, he has not been able to interact with me very much. This morning he was able to move around a little, and all I wanted was him. He helped me with getting undressed and getting my potty chore done. I didn't really want anything to do with Mama at all.

So I was definitely a Daddy's boy this morning.

Because every post should have a picture, here is one from last month of my sleeping on the floor like Daddy.

Pictures of Christmas (most recently) Past

Our little tree with all the presents. (Santa doesn't have time to wrap his presents--a tradition from Daddy's family.)

The train set up!

I thought pushing Thomas was fun!

I got a whole bunch of Thomas videos!

Santa brought me some construction toys--a digger, a dump truck, and a front end loader.

One of Mama's students got an emergency rescue set for me. The helicopter has a siren on it and I like pushing the button to hear the sound.

I got a tee shirt with Thomas on it!

I got some "big boy" underwear since I don't wear diapers during the day any more.

Hope you had a great Christmas as well!

Conversations in a bathroom

"I don't want to go potty."
"Pull your pants down."
"No!"
"Are you going to pull down your pants or is Mama going to do it?"
"NO!" I throw myself to the ground.
"Either you will pull down your pants or Mama will do it."
"Why?"
"Because you need to go potty."
"My do it!"
"Then do it." pause "One."
"NOOOOOO!"
"Two."
I start pulling at the top of my pants while lying on the floor.
"Want to stand up?"
"Yes."
Mama extends her hand to me.
I stand.
I pull my pants down and get on the toilet and go.

Just another day

Sunday was chilly, but no cold enough to keep me away from my bike when Mama offered to let me ride. For a while, I just rode in front of our apartment, in the courtyard.


Eventually I rode my bike up a hill, and then over to the playground. I went to the big person swings first, but I'm too short to sit down on these without help. So I belly swung for a while.

Mama put me on the swing the "right way" and I had a good couple of minutes.

There's a tunnel to crawl through (I wouldn't look at Mama)

Now I'll look at Mama!

I was honing my monkey boy skills in climbing up this rather high bar to get to the slide

Sliding like a big boy--and still dry!