First Day of School!!!

I haven't written in a while, mostly because I figured, "Hey, I'm a kid." But now that I'm all growed up I think I will probably write more often. Mom says when you love to do something you should do it often so you get really good at it.

This is why there is always a camera in my face.

Halloween

It's that time again.

CANDY!

Last year I made the rounds at various Halloween parties, played games, got lots of candy and attention. This year I haven't done any of that. (MOM???)

OUCH!

Last week I caught a cold but at first Mommy thought it was allergies. She changed her mind when it didn't go away. This past Wednesday morning I woke up at 4:30 crying because my ear hurt. Daddy drove to the drug store and bought me some Advil. Mommy gave me some and after a bit I went back to sleep. Mommy called the doctor's office and made me an appointment.

Hanging With The Mayor

 This weekend I was very busy. On Saturday Mommy wouldn't wake up (sigh) so Daddy took me to visit J'Mam-maw and Aunt Hacie. I played and jumped on their beds and worked their computers for them. Then Daddy took me home to get Mommy and we went ice skating.

With the MAYOR, y'all.

Mayor Tomlinson, me and Mommy

Jumping Into Summer!

Later this month I turn three. It sort of feels like it's been forever since I turned two, and at the same time I can't believe my birthday is almost here. This summer I have awesome silver sandals (thanks, Mommy!), cool outside toys (thanks, Daddy!) and I am about the size of a four year old. When I go places other kids and mommys ask me questions.  I don't answer when they ask my name or how old I am or where I go to school and when I don't answer Mommy jumps in to tell them I'm only two and I don't go to school yet. That's when they look at me again and look confused because I'm the same size as their kids or the same size they are (if they're a kid).

Parents Just Don't Understand

Daddy works...at work. Everyday I wake up and Daddy is gone. He comes home at dinnertime and I see him until I fall asleep. Unless he's on call. Sometimes I see him for a few minutes and then his phone rings. But he goes away to work.

Lord of the Rings

I like sparkly. And shiny. And pretty. What combines all those things? Jewelry! I am prancing around the house  wearing my sparkly foofy ballerina costume and a sparkly, shiny, pretty tiara.

My Daddy

My daddy has been here for me almost my whole life. Literally. He knew I was in Mommy's belly before she did. After Mommy found out too and I grew Daddy would read to me, sing me songs, and play music for me. He was my best friend.

He also worked hard with Mommy to get me here safely, and took good care of Mommy so she could take care of me and he went to the nursery with me when they pulled me out of Mommy's belly.

Now that I'm bigger he reads to me, has taught me letters and numbers and colors. He bought balloons and taught me propulsion and thrust. He works very hard to make sure I have everything I need and things I don't even know I want yet. He always makes sure I'm okay and helps to fix things for me if I'm not okay. He is the best daddy I ever had! (Ha!)

I hope that when I grow up I can find a sweetheart like my Daddy because then I'll know I'll have a good life.

Just like Mommy.

I love you, Daddy!

My Mommy

Mommy and I have been together practically my whole life. Mommy took good care of me before I was born and kept me safe and healthy. She worried about me every day because, she says, we were very high risk. She was very careful because we could have been in real trouble, and were, every minute. The day I was born Mommy made sure I was safe and healthy before she asked how she was doing. (The doctor cut open her belly to pull me out.) She's always been a good mommy.

Mommy spends time with me everyday. We play games and talk and build with blocks and tickle each other. Sometimes we just snuggle and she kisses my head and tells me she loves me. When I make messes sometimes she gets upset, but she always lets me know she loves me. When I make a mess or do something else by accident she tells me it's ok, she'll fix it and I'm beautiful and smart and I'll get it right next time.

Because of Mommy (and Daddy) I know all my letters and the sounds they make, I know a lot of animals, I know my numbers and can count to thirteen before I get confused (you start over with two, right?) and I'm working on colors. My favorite color to say is BLUE! It's a fun word!

I'm also talking and using big sentences. Mommy laughed when she couldn't understand what I was asking her and I asked her "Why you da mommy?"

Mommy tells me I'm funny and keeps me laughing. Mommy is very funny too. Mommy and I always love each other and I know that no matter what I do or say Mommy will be there for me and will love me and maybe even help me clean up the mess.

Halloweening at Home

Halloween was a blast. Because we live where we live I didn't get to dress up and go trick-or-treating, but Daddy and I made a jack-o-lantern.

What Now?

First I had to learn English for these boobs. They hadn't bothered to learn any of my words and couldn't understand me. Then they looked surprised when I got frustrated. They're really not that bright. (more)

Happy 4th of July!

Today is the 4th of July which is no big deal to me, but Mommy is hyper about it and Daddy likes to make things explode so he's happy. (more)

Birthdays and Brussels Sprouts

Last Wednesday I turned two. It was a great day cause Daddy had the whole day off and he and mommy drove around town like crazy people and Daddy and I got to go shopping just the two of us while Mommy was at the eye doctor. (more)

It's almost time for a birthday potty!

In a little over a month I'm going to turn two, and right now Mommy and Daddy keep saying something about a potty train. Daddy said he doesn't want to change my diapers. (I've been known to make his eyes water.) (more)

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving is coming. Whatever that means. Daddy is trying to be thankful for what little we have and has started an outreach program for other needy families like us.Dad In Distress (more)

Um, okay?

Today I learned: 

• Apparently blueberry coffee was a bad idea. (Who thought that one out?) Daddy dumped it and Mommy kind of choked. I don't know where Grandpa got it from, but Grandma gave it to Daddy. (WTG, Grandma.)

I Think She's In Trouble

So, the other day they discovered that if they showed me pictures I can either name the object or make the sound it makes. Mommy showed me "cow" I said, "Mooo". Daddy showed me "car" I said, "Car." Mommy showed me "cat" I said, "Meow."

I Think I'm Losing My Mind

I'm 16 months-old now. I'm talking, walking, running, dancing, singing, but I have a hard time sleeping. I'm moody. Everything makes me cry. If they try to help or distract me I cry harder. Last night after I finally fell asleep I had scary dreams and woke up crying. THREE TIMES.


I guess these people aren't all that bad. They did everything they could think of to do to take care of me and make me feel better. Daddy held me and rocked me, talked to me and gave me some Tylenol. Mommy held me and talked to me and laid down with me and rubbed my back until I fell asleep. After I woke up the second time (I was with Daddy the first time) Mommy helped me go right back to sleep and held me so that even while I was sleeping I would know she was right there and I was okay. When I woke up the third time (I barely woke up) she patted my back, whispered in my ear that I was ok and she loves me, rubbed my back and I went back to sleep.

I Had To Convert

I finally broke down and learned English because these boobs were just not getting what I was saying. GEEZ. It’s been over a year. You’d think something would have poked its way through their brain fog. The little squishy one taught me hand signals that she and I use to communicate, but the big bald one just stares at me when I try them with him. Apparently the little one is the brains of the operation.