Our pumpkin..

Mom gave me a bath and since I'm a big boy now I got to help Papa carve the pumpkin. Papa says carving the pumpkin makes him want pumpkin pie and my job is to ask Mimi to make one. Papa says I have Mimi wrapped around my little finger and she will do anything for me. From Papa: no one seemed to notice the pumpkin has one square eye and one triangle shaped eye.

I'm learning to pee pee in the poddy. I can stand on my stool and hold my wee wee and now all I have to learn to do is pee pee

From Papa...

He is 2 years old and owns more trucks than Yellow Freight and is a close runner up to UPS. He can scatter all 400 of his toys around the house at a 4 minute per mile pace. He is genetically programed to walk through every mud puddle. He likes to turn off the TV, one night every time he turned it off I'd turn it back on with the remote..after about an hour I gave up and started reading a book.
He can say I wlove you... but more important he says I'm Papa's buddy. It took awhile to do it but the other day he walked 1.5 miles. Most nights he wants to go to bed by 8 PM--it's all those long walks and keeping up with the truck fleet. Our favor food is beans and rice, he likes his meal with milk but I only drink milk in a white Russian.

I went to see Dr. Malcolm on Friday, and I am now 36 ¼ inches (91 percentile) and 33.4 pounds (94 percentile).

Saturday morning Mama let me crawl in bed with her after I woke up at 6 a.m. We went back to sleep for 20 minutes until Dede woke me up; she was snoring.

“Dede go night-night,” I said to Mama.

Mama said nothing.

Cartoons were on; maybe that would get her attention. “I want TV.”

Mama said nothing.

“I want go play.”

Mama said nothing.

The situation was calling for drastic measures. Finally, I said, “I want kiss.”

Mama caved. I got a kiss, a cup of choes (Cheerios) and I got to watch the Disney channel.

I'm 2 years old...

My best friend Tommy is 3 years old which is very old. He came for my birthday party this week end. We played with trucks, went to the beach and ate chocolate cake. Tommy is a very big talker, Papa says he gets it from his Mom. Papa talks a lot too. I can hold up one finger and say TWO which makes Mom smile. I like to say "I wlove you." Papa lets me hold Dede's leach when we walk the dogs.

Party People..

This is a picture of Mimi and me at Mimi's birthday party. Her cake looked just like mine. Papa said I should wear the pink birthday hat because my hair is
so long I look like a girl. Mimi said if Papa gives me a haircut when she is out of town, she will give him a big bobo.

The other day Mimi and I went for a walk to the firestation, and I was disappointed because one of the fire trucks was missing. Where did it go? On the way back home, we saw the missing truck going down the road. I got very excited. I waved and waved and waved. The firemen saw me and waved back. We are big friends.