Toast!

Do sandwiches or bread for that matter taste better without the crust? If you ask me, it sure does! Somewhere between the womb and now I have discovered the neat trait of forgetting to eat my crust. Not sure where I learned this, but I have decided I like it. So much so that my dad has actually chimed in on my new craze and cuts the crust off for me. He claims, and is right, that I’ll eat the whole sandwich if the crust is removed. My mom hasn’t bought into. Just wait, she’ll board the train once she gets sick of listening to the whistle blow.

I’m Like Forget You

Lately I have been going through a phase of being defiant. I guess you could say its all part of growing up. My newest pose is crossing my arms across my chest, in that I’m hugging myself, and then saying NO! This pose began the other night when it was just mommy and me hanging out. I was playing with my phone that Aunt Lori gave me that rings and when you answer, it says hello. After answering, I would set the phone down, walk away, turn my back to the phone, and then give myself a big hug, all the while waiting for it to ring. When it would ring, I would turn around and walk briskly over to it and pick it up. This went on for a good 20 minutes all the while my mother watched, taped me, and laughed herself silly. Now you can too: