Express Yourself!

I have a confession to make. I have been extremely vocal lately, especially when it comes to getting my way. I have always been a "whiner" but I have taken it to the next level. Anytime my parents are around I will whine to get whatever I want or feel I need. My mommy pretty much ignores me and sings this song "Express Yourself" by Madonna. She sings to me that I should "Express yourself, you've got to make it, express yourself, hey hey hey hey (funny voice here). If you want it right now, baby show me how, express what you got, baby ready or not. Express yourself." With that invitation how can I deny her the pleasure of doing so!

My newest past time is staring at pictures of myself; infatuation at its best. Of course there are tons of pictures all around the house of me, but the ones I enjoy the most are on the mantle which requires that I be picked up so I can point and giggle to myself, and turn the picture around and wonder where the back of me went to. The other obsession I have right now is being outside. Every morning I wake up and demand a bottle. Then daddy goes and gets ready for work. Next thing I know he is heading out the door, leaving me behind to point and say "uh uh uh." Of course it's only 6:30 a.m. but the whining has just begun. I continue on until I can become distracted or leave with mommy to go to school. Upon returning home with daddy in tow, I point at the mantle wanting to see my pictures for a good five minutes. Afterwards, I begin pointing at the "uh uh uh" until we go outside for a walk. This usually satisfies me until I see mommy walk through the "uh uh uh." But its too late as I have to have my dinner and a bath.

I did forget to mention one thing about "uh uh uh." On July 3rd, I decided that my mommy was not moving fast enough for me. So I took the liberty of showing myself out of door...literally. Mommy came downstairs calling my name and not finding me, she headed out the front door to find me with my other love...the stairs! Yes, I have decided that I am old enough to play outside on my own. Needless to say, my parentals strongly disagree with this assessment and are buying new screen/storm doors. They tell me that these will be installed within the next week. Next entry...the great escape!

I Scream, We Scream, We All Scream for Ice Cream!

Today we traveled to Toms River for the New Jersey Ice Cream Festival. We met Aunt Casey, Uncle Scott and Bodey! It was a great day for ice cream as temps sored into the 90's. We paid a general admission fee of $6 per person and received a spoon and several tasting tickets. We started with Gibsons, went on to Baskin Robbins, tried some Applegate Farms, and the rest I can't remember. But I do know that I LOVE ice cream!


I'm so glad that Bodey came along; I love that puppy and he loves me. Not too sure about getting kisses all the time, but i'm adjusting. Now if I could only get Bodey to teach Kacie to show me some love...but that's not likely to happen!

Don't mind sign behind me...purely a coincidence!

Breaking up is hard to do!

Back in April I started using a straw cup. My parents and everyone around me cheered this acomplishment. Next thing I know they are putting my milk in the straw cup expecting me t0 drink it. Well that was May, and I began boycotting the straw cup. So thinking I wasn't ready for it, they gave up.





Now they're up to their tricks again but this time they're playing hard ball. I started out doing pretty good, but then realized that they were not going to give back the bottle. So I am now boycotting whatever comes out of the straw cup, whether it be milk, water or juice. I want my bottle, and I want it now! I don't understand the necessity to give up my bottle. If it serves the same purpose, why can't I have the bottle?

They Tried to Make Me Go to "Binky" Rehab!

I said No, No, No! In an attempt to kick the binky habit, my parents are forcing me to go to binky rehab. My 30 days started the Wednesday before the 4th of July, however I had a relapse.

It all started with Ms. Afsa saying that I was addicted. My parents were enablers to my addiction as it was so easy just to give me a binky and let me suck my way to sleep. The day I woke up with three binky's, one in my mouth and one each hand, my parents realized I was addicted and dependent upon the little green monster and decided it was time for an intervention.

I was doing really well, but then I got sick. Without my binky it was like World War III. Thus, the parents gave in but swore they would help me kick the habit once I got better.

Well, I'm back and better than ever, ready to kick the habit. So I'm back on the wagon, two days sober and going for my seven day binky chip!

Singing a Song as I go along!

Get Up, Stand Up!

In the famous words of Bob Marley,
I can now "Get Up, Stand Up, Stand up for my rights!"


Ever since I started crawling, one of my favorite things to do is play on the step. Although my
parentals were a bit afraid at first, I mastered this in no time. I love to sit on this step and bounce my legs up and down, tapping my feet on the ground.

If it were not for this stoop I'm not sure I would have begun walking like a pro.Mommy and daddy spent several nights sitting on the floor coaching me with toys to get me to get up from a sitting position and walk on over. Each night they would move a little further away; each night I would make it a little further, praised every time I reached them!

Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls!

Today I met up with my friend, Josh Platko, to go to Splash Gardens in Dorbrook Park. As a refresher for you all, Josh and I became reacquainted at the Redbank Kaboom Fireworks last weekend. Our parents were talking and they shared a little secret about this awesome place called Splash Gardens that is FREE!

We started the morning with breakfast at a nearby Perkins where Josh discovered a love for raisins (I shared mine with him) and blueberries. Or should I say, he likes to wear blueberries. His white shirt was covered! We then headed to this water park that I kept hearing about all week. As my Great Uncle Roger advises, I applied massive amounts of sunscreen and headed on in. There it stood with all it's glory - fountains and water tables and buckets - oh my! They have an area for little ones just like me and big guys I aspire to be. Although Josh and I took swimming lessons together, he's a couple of months older than I am and much more familiar with the water than me. He loves to stick his mouth over the water fountain and I just laughed at him. Plus, Josh is walking all over the place so he lead us over to the big kids area where we played with the water table. Being the nice kid Josh is he filled me in on a little tip - stay away from the waterfalls! On the big kids side of the park there is a feature where big buckets fill up with water and get so heavy they tip over. If you are not paying attention, us little guys can get washed away. Josh has experience with this as he got caught in a tsunami a few weeks ago. I believe the saying goes, "live and learn, and pass it on." Josh is proving to be a good friend and vital asset at water parks.

We ended the day on the lawn taking in the beautiful Sunday afternoon. Both Josh and I were exhausted to only head home and sleep for several hours. I can't wait until next weekend to play at Spray Gardens with Josh!