My first dentist visit and beginning negotiations

I visited the dentist for the first time today. I amazed both Mommy and the dentist by not protesting at all when the dentist looked into my mouth or brushed my teeth while Mommy was holding me down. Well, it did help that their office had a miniature house! I loved climbing to the second story, bringing all stuffed animals/books down to Mommy, giving a bear multiple timeouts, etc. Maybe I behaved so well because Mommy had already given me a timeout while we were still waiting for the dentist, and we negotiated a Teletubbies viewing if I behaved. Later on, when I reminded Mommy about the Teletubbies, Mommy threw in a requirement to eat my dinner, but I was so excited by the prospect of watching TV that I agreed “yeah” and ate 1 1/2 bowls to show my appreciation! I was happy and so was she.

Spring east coast trip

I loved New York even more the second time around! The weather was absolutely gorgeous so I got to chase horses around Central Park, touch the cherry blossoms, and ride the carousel. We then took a TRAIN (my first!!) to Washington D.C. and I could have exploded from the excitement. I love trains so much that I could sit at the train station for hours to watch them. When we arrived at Uncle Wayne's house, I stuck close to Daddy because I was intimidated by so many people fussing over me. By the last day, I warmed up and really enjoyed coloring Easter eggs and finding them.


Here's me having a "tea party" at our hotel with my new friend Trump. What's up with the dude on the water bottle??

See more pictures of me - er, I mean the trip - here.

Wrapped around my finger

Daddy has become my favorite playmate! Just seeing him makes me so happy that I'm always laughing around him! He always plays funny games with me, gives me jumping piggy back rides, and acts silly to induce laughter from me. He is my bodyguard, and takes me away from scary places and people when I'm on the verge of freaking out. I also appreciate that he tirelessly carries me whenever and however long I ask him to, lets me sit on his lap during meals, and sneaks forbidden food to me when Mommy isn't looking. (Unlike Mommy, who doesn't let me sit on her lap while we're eating any more, avoids carrying me at all costs, and has me on this crazy special diet.) I get upset if Daddy leaves my side and I follow him to the bathroom. Daddy is like my adorable puppy, and every morning I call out "Da-dee! Daaaa-deee!!" hoping that he'll come in and play with me. The tables have finally turned, and now it's all about Daddy!

Too fast, Po.

Well, so much for that. About two weeks after being off Flovent (an asthma maintenance medication), I was coughing continuously for an hour tonight, a sign that my lungs are not ready to manage any hint of virus by itself. Mommy had to administer Albuterol (asthma rescue medicine) in the middle of the night. Thankfully I breathed and slept much better afterwards, and left for vacation without any issues.

Fickle fickle lestle star

I love music and singing! I have so many favorite songs, but the first songs which I could sing many of the lyrics are "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", "Are you sleeping?" and "Hello" (well, the latter song is not hard because the words are just "Hello, xxx"). You can often hear me singing to myself, along with my CDs, or even with Mommy as she hums me a lullaby during sleepy times. I quickly figured out Mommy's car stereo so I could find my beloved tunes myself and play them over and again. I can stay in the car and listen to them all day!

Here's me enjoying time with Daddy. I have become quite doting on him, following him everywhere. Mommy seems quite pleased that the Age of Daddy has finally arrived.

Do'an wan choo

I am testing Mommy this week because she has been driving me crazy with all of her rules. Why can't I have things my way, like wear shorts in the rain? Why must I do things that I'd rather not do, like change my poopy diaper or leave a fun place? What is the rush? The reasons Mommy give me are lame! Mommy gives me choices between two things, but I'm smarter than that because I never hear what I want to do. I recently learned a very useful phrase - "Do'an wan choo" (Don't want to), so I use it often, along with "no way" or no response. I don't see why I have to listen to Mommy when I have a mind of my own! But I hate it when she warns me with a 1-2-3 countdown or timeout, and I usually comply when she pulls those out. But until she does, I protest "do'an wan choo" and raise a rukus for as long and as vehemently as I can!