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!

Ghost Boy

I was displeased with my parents on Friday night. While I was driving Oma and Ompa crazy, they decided that I needed to be house broken. Mama also decided that this weekend would be the ideal time to start since she and Daddy are out of school for a while.

After going through all but one of my pairs of underwear, and having to clean my poop-paint masterpieces off the walls of my room, they gave me a diaper for bedtime. I repaid this by getting a nearly full tube of Aveno diaper rash cream. I smeared it on my face, my bed, my sleeper and really gave my hair a great new "do" before I began making noise and Mama came up to check on me.

She found me standing at the gate in all my ghostly make-up glory. Unfortunately, once she got the camera, I ran away, and then fell into buckets of tears because *I* wanted to take pictures. For some reason, Mama kept telling me "NO" so I got really mad at her.




(Mama in--regular bathing soap doesn't touch this stuff. We were able to wipe off the skin, but the hair remained one fairly solid clump. Water slid right off like his head was a freshly waxed car. I finally resorted to some Gojo mechanic's hand cleaner which finally broke up the mass. Regular washing with baby soap took out the Gojo. What a mess!)

Antema's swings

I spent time visiting family over the Thanksgiving week. I spent some time on Antema's swing set, and am getting the "hang" of the big boy swings.


Here's some video of Mama and I

Here's Antema and I

Here I am doing some belly swinging

Overcoming fear

For most of my life, I have been afraid of the vacuum. So this represents quite an achievement for me. Sorry about it being noisy.

Thundering elephant!

Me in my Halloween costume. (It came with a box of hand me down clothes from someone)

We went to a fall festival with some games and trick or treat stations. I totally rocked the "toilet toss" to the point where the fellows running this game loaded me down with all the rolls of toilet paper and laughed themselves silly as I dumped them all in.

Daddy and I did the cake walk. We didn't win anything, though.

Nicole's family came to the festival, and here I am with my cousin Patience, who dressed up as her favorite character, Elmo.

Mama took pictures of some of the creative costumes--like this hot dog hat.

The USS Enterprise won the costume contest.

Tickling the ivories

I was at Antema's house and began to play her piano (although it might technically be Aunt Jaki's)

This video was taken as some visitors were leaving. So ignore the other comments, but if you listen closely, you can hear me sing a little bit.


I started to get a bit tired and play with things other than my fingers. So I got in a little bit of trouble.