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!

18 Month Checkup

I had my doctor's appointment yesterday and it was all great fun and everything until they started prodding and poking and sticking strange apparatuses in my ears, nose, and mouth. What the heck is that about?! I screamed bloody murder and my face turned beet red. Then came the shots...if you thought I was upset before that, you should have seen me then! I even gave Mom the guilt trip and cried out 'Mama!' and buried my head into her shoulder when they gave me the shot. I think I made my point, because Mom was overly apologetic and gave me lots of kisses. Not that I'd want them, because the woman gives way to many kisses to begin with. (When Mom asks me if she can have a kiss these days, I yell, "NOOOOO!!!!"). The good news is, I'm still in the 90% for weight and 90-95th% for height. I'm going to be a beast...and right on track to be a linebacker one day.

The PJ's are MINE!!!

I've come quite attached to my fuzzy fleece animal print pj's lately. When my Mom, Dad, Grammie, or Gram try to take them off to give me a bath or even just to change my diapers, I get really upset, grab onto my pj's for dear life, start the waterworks, and yell, "NO, MINE!" I don't want to take them off...I love them...I love the cute animals on them...and I love how comfortable they are. If you had cool onsie pj's like I have, you'd do the same. Trust me.

Choo Choo Poo Poo

So I have this obsession with choo choo's that I may have mentioned before. I can recognize a choo choo from miles away and I get really worked up when I see one and start yelling 'Choo choo' really loud. Well, one of our new routines on Mom's day off from work is to go to lunch at the Summit and then go see the Thomas the Tank Engine toys at the Barnes and Noble kiddie section. Every time...EVERY TIME...I start playing with the trains, I poop. Mom thought it was just a coincidence at first that she always had to take me to the bathroom to change me the first few times it happened. But then it started happening day after day...every time we went and like clockwork. I usually start playing with the trains and within 5 minutes, I've done the deed and stink up the kids play area. Mom thinks I loose control of all bodily functions because I'm so darn excited to play with the choo choo's! At least Mom knows where to take me if I ever have problems doing my buisness!

Tick Tocks

For some strange reason, I have a new obsession with Tick Tocks, otherwise known as clocks. Every time I see a watch, a clock on the wall, or a clock tower, I yell out 'Eick Tock!' I got this name from my Mom...she hangs me upside down and says, "Tick Tock goes the clock, tick tock goes the clock," and swings me side to side upside down like a swinging clock pendulum...something her mom and grandmother use to do to her when she was a baby! I love it and always say 'Eick Tock' when she does it.

So I love my daddy's watch and I like to wear it whenever I can but it's a little big on me...so my mom gave me one of hers with an adjustable strap...and guess what? It's orange, my favorite color!

Please and Thank You!

My mommy was feeding me breakfast this morning and I wanted more yogurt, so I said 'More'...and then 'Pease,' which means please! My mommy was VERY happy about that. I've also been trying to repeat my parents when they say 'Thank you,' so I'm on my way to becoming a true proper southern gentleman!

New Words and Small Sentences

Today, I said two large phrases! My Gram was feeding me a pancake this morning for breakfast when I said, 'This is too much.' Mom and Gram were amazed that I could say so many words grouped together and a phrase they've never used with me before! I also said 'This is so big,' when I tried to lift a large book and hand it to my Dad. Mom and Dad are verrrrry impressed with me lately. In addition to a few new sentences, I'm also very technically savvy. My Gram has an ipod Touch and she downloaded a flashcard game where I can learn letters and animals from it. She showed me how to scroll through the flashcards and I did it completely on my own. Mom called me her little 'Technical Genius Baby' whatever that means and everyone watching was Ooooing and Ahhhing. It ain't no thing...I'm a genius in general, so it shouldn't surprise to anyone that I know how to work an ipod...

Blowing Raspberries

I LOVE to 'blow raspberries' these days or as my dad calls it, 'Fart with my mouth,' which mom doesn't like to say. It's so fun and I get a lot of attention when I do it! For example, Mom took me to the pumpkin patch in Crestline on Tuesday and I was making so much noise with my tongue and spitting while I did it that everyone there was laughing at me. Mom was a little embarrassed, but she got over quickly when the guy at the store gave me a free mini pumpkin because I was so ADORABLE...so, see...it PAYS to fart with your mouth! And it just so happens to be a Lazenby guy specialty...my Papa does it, my Dad does it, and my Uncle Brent does it (really well too!), so I need to carry on the family tradition. Mom will try to capture it on video for your viewing pleasure.

Mine!

Mom and I were playing with this cool puzzle a while ago and she was showing me how to put the puzzle pieces onto the board when I exclaimed, "No, dis is my" and took the piece away from her...translation: "no, this is mine!" Mom's eyebrows rose up pretty high when I said that!

15 month check up at 16 months

So Mom took me one month late to my 15 month checkup (typical). She dropped the ball big time, but things have been crazy around here lately, so I will cut her some slack. I've been healthy and growing strong the past few months and my doctor's appointment proved it completely...I am at the top of the charts in height and weight! I'm in the 100 percentile for height and 95% for weight. Dad's happy because at age two, you multiply my height by two to determine how tall I will be one day. I'm already right under 3 feet now, and I still have 8 months left to grow! I'm going to be one freakin huge redheaded beast! Dad is hoping I'll be a linebacker, but Mom doesn't care about my size because she just wants me to be an artist. I just want to be big enough to intimidate all the little kiddies at school so they can't steal my toys!

First Hair Cut

I got my first hair cut two days ago! Mom cried when she cut my baby mullet off and she even saved a lock of hair for a keepsake. Weird woman.

Many New Words!

So my vocabulary has completely exploded in the past month or so and Mom's been too lazy to record it all!...I can pretty much repeat most words that people say (or close to it, depending on how complicated it is) and I have started forming short questions or groups of words together. Here are a few of my favorites!

Ball Ball - My name for football! I yell it loudly and I recognize football when it's on tv. Like today, when we ate at Moe's and I yelled 'Ball Ball!' Mom turned around and a football game was on TV.
"What's this?"
"What's that?"
"Who's that?"
Down There
Yellow
Pee Pee (yeah...it means what you think it means)
Shoe
Sock
I can name most animals & objects and I can also tell people what types of noises they make! Dog, cat, bird, bug, cow, horse, duck, snake, etc.(Impressive, right?)
I can count to three!
I can point to various body parts: head, ear, eye, mouth, nose, toes, etc when asked.
When songs I know come on, I say some of the words in the song. (Not to forget that I dance to them too)...
Nana (short for banana)
Poo Poo- I announce this when I've done my business...Mom's glad for the heads up.
Doo Doo - I also started saying this when I've done my business...mom never uses this and isn't quite sure where I learned it...
No - this is my particular favorite, and when Mom asks me a question, I always respond with 'No!' For example, "Did you like the scrambled eggs Mommy made you?" "No."
Tree
Fall - Mom taught me this and I've been saying 'Ffffffffaaaa!!!!'...which sounds suspiciously like another word that Mom apparently doesn't want me to say! She hopes my teachers won't get the wrong idea...and is regretting trying to teach me that!

There are so many more, but of course when it comes time to list them all, it's hard to remember! I'm a sponge and repeat tons of words and little phrases that Mom and Dad are starting to pick up on...They sound like jibberish at first, but if you listen close enough, you can hear what I'm saying...