Sick Baby

Much to my horror, I woke up from my morning nap and found myself lying in a puddle of baby vommit! YUK!!! I NEVER throw up...I've only done it once (see posts at around 6 months)...and I did not like that I had been rolling around in it in my sleep. Immediately, I started calling 'Mama! Mama! MAMA!'...Dad came up to get me and found the nasty little surprise. When I say I was covered in it, I mean COVERED head to toe. I had to be bathed and mom stripped my bed sheets. What a mess! I've been pretty pathetic today, lying on the floor while watching cartoons, letting my Mom and Dad hold me a lot, and taking long naps. Mom doesn't like me sick, but she certainly takes advantage of the cuddle time since I'm usually a ball of energy and typically resists her overzealous hugs and kisses. Enjoy it while you can, woman...but don't get use to it!
I'm hoping I'll feel better for Easter tomorrow, since I love hunting for eggs. I got to dye eggs and do an egg hunt at school this week and it was so much fun! I've been talking about the 'eggies' for days now...can't wait to see what the bunny man brings me tomorrow!

Few sentence updates:
"Go home mommy, play toys. Play animals."
"Don't kick Mommy" (repeating something she always tells me!)
"I color on wall" (Pointing to the crayon art on the changing table wall)
"Hold hands, Mommy"
"No mommy, bad boy" (I call her a boy!)

One thing Mom thinks is funny is that I associate her with food, since she's the one that feeds me and makes me yummy stuff to eat. When she picks me up from school lately, the first word I yell out of my mouth is "milk!" or "apple juice!" Or I'll start making dinner orders, such as "Cheese and apples, Mommy." What can I say, I like food and I know she will provide!

A Few New Sentences

In addition to the small sentences that I mentioned yesterday, here are a few more of my favorites I like to repeat (over and over!)

"No, my __ (insert word here)"
"Do it by self"
"I did it!"
"I got it!"
"Take this home" (when I want a toy at the store)
"Here Mama/Dadda, hold hands"
"No Anky/Beya (Bianca/Bella), bad dogs!"
"My turn"
"Where are you Mama/Dadda?"
"I walk by self"
"more juice/milk/snack"
"Daddy/Mommy, this way!"
"Hi Daddy/Mommy, How are you?" Them: I'm fine, Heston and you? Me: I'm fine"
"Hold You" (when I want to be picked up and held)

When I think of more, I will update, because boy are there a bunch!

Breaking Free of the Crib!

Long time since my last post but what can I say, I got things to do and people to impress, so that leaves me with little time for bragging about my impressive list of accomplishments. Never the less, here are a few as of late:

Broke free of the crib today...Literally! I broke a piece of it off! Mom heard a loud bang, shortly followed by a thud, which she mistook for my normal tossing of objects out of my crib. This time, it was furniture breaking off and falling to the floor and me jumping out of the crib. Then I proceeded to bang on the door, yelling 'Mama! Mama! Mama!' over and over. It must have worked because she quickly responded. Mom didn't look happy.

My speech has dramatically advanced the past few months. I can form short sentences, like, "Where is Daddy", "I love you, Mama/Dadda," "No, my toys!" "No mama, stop it!" (That's my personal favorite), "Doggie eat Poo Poo...Yuck!" and so on. My association with objects, pictures, and people from past experiences are amazing too. I'll see a picture of a hippopotamus and will remember that I saw one at the zoo a few weeks back. I don't forget ANYTHING! Like when the doggie ate my poopy diaper! I never fail to mention that when I get the chance. Mom just hopes I don't talk about it at school.

Mom is constantly getting praise from strangers about my advanced speech for my age (yes, we know I'm a baby genius) and as usual, I get stopped by random people because of my shinning bright orange hair and big blue eyes. My teachers even told my mom that all the teachers at my school love me and actually come by the room to see 'their little Heston'. Good looks AND intelligence, not something that everyone can brag about.

I'm also proud to announce that I'm wearing DOWN my parents with rotten behavior and have officially entered the terrible twos before I even turn 2. Unfortunately, they've started implementing time-outs, which I'm not too fond of. They tell me to sit still and stay in my time out and boy do they get mad when I deliberately wiggle around doing the exact opposite of what they say with a smirk on my face. You two are not the boss of me!

So many big developments lately and haven't been udating this blog frequently enough to 'record them'. Mom and I will do a much better job in the future...

Making a Break for it!

How cool am I? I just found a way to climb out of my pack-n-play while Mom was in her bathroom doing laundry. I was supposed to be watching Yo Gabba Gabba...but frankly, that show is dang weird and I'm not subjecting myself to that nonsense. So I decided to make a break for it. Unbeknownst to Mom, I climbed out...and meandered throughout the house for a minute, before walking up to my Mom while she was doing laundry. I was like, "What's up?" all nonchalant-like, but my smile breaking through my smooth Mr.Cool expression gave me away...I was very proud of myself as my Mom cried out "Where did you come from???!!!" She's shocked that she will actually have to baby proof the house now (and very relieved I didn't decide to try climbing the stairs by myself!) As punishment, she put me to work. She made me load the washer with my dirty clothes to keep me busy while she finished the load. Then I had to load the basket with my dirty clothes on the floor. It was fun and I didn't mind the punishment! I'll be Mommy's little helper if it means I can be free of that dumb playpen!