Home sweet home

We finally got to come home tonight. While hotel living is fun, I did miss all my toys, my tub and my bed. It sure is nice to be home. After this long crazy week of adjusting to a new classroom, living out of a suitcase and lots of dining out, I could definitely use a relaxing glass of milk.

Chilling at the Marriott. 

Pomp and promotion

I got promoted to the toddler room at day care! That’s right, I’m a big kid now. No more high chairs to eat meals, now I sit with my friends in chairs at a table. No more crib either. Now I take my nap on a mat on the floor. The teachers make you stay on your mat for all of nap time, even if you aren’t sleeping. I don’t like that very much, but I guess I can get used to it. The toddler room has so many fun toys too. Plus we color almost every day and there is so much room to run around. There are even a few new boys for me to get to know. J

When does my diploma arrive?

Hotel living is the life

It's day four of the new year and I've spent every one in a hotel. And come Tuesday night, it's back to hotel living for me. Some man called handy is coming to remove mold from mommy and daddy's bedroom. It's really gross stuff, kinda like boogers stuck in your nose, but the mold is stuck in the wall. We don't know how long we'll be at the hotel and that's fine with me. I love riding on the fun carts they have.

Resolution ready

Happy New Year!!! In this new year, I resolve to cook more in my kitchen, to play with my cousins more, to look at mommy and smile when she wants to take my photo and figure out how to eat yogurt being a little less messy. Phew... That's a lot to resolve.

My cousins and aunt Heidi are so silly. 

Feeding myself and the table. 

NYE party. No photos please. 

Cooking some yummy corn.

Do you like butter on your corn? 

Incommunicado

I've been talking a lot more lately and really trying to have conversations with people, but when I do, they don't seem to make any sense. I'll say "why don't you come over here and play with my cars," and mommy says back, "Lexi, are you ready for a bath?" Um, no, mommy, I want to play with my cars. Or at school I'll say to my teachers, "I want to go downstairs," and they sing back some song that has nothing to do with going downstairs. It's so frustrating. People do understand a few things I say, like "up" and "more" and "hi" so I don't get why they don't understand everything I say. It makes me so sad that I throw myself on the ground and kick my arms and legs a lot.  

Why don't you understand what I'm saying?

Flying sidewalk

I fell today and scraped up my face. One minute I was running and the next I was lying face down on the sidewalk. Now, a few hours later, I'm OK. I just hope we can put off my passport photo shoot until I heal.

This is my better side, now.
How long until my scraped nose heals?

Mr. Sandman cometh

I've been having some trouble sleeping lately. Sometimes it's just trouble falling asleep and other times it is trouble staying asleep. Sometimes I have these bad dreams that I kinda wake up from. Mommy tells me she finds me standing up in my crib crying while I'm sleeping. It's kind of weird because I never remember them. All I know is when I don't sleep mommy and daddy get pretty grumpy. Daddy starts using all these words that mommy says not to use so I don't hear them. (I do hear them though. He really likes one that starts with "sh.") I need one of those magical butterflies I see on TV that helps people sleep. Does anybody have one I can borrow?

For some reason, I now
hold my head when I sleep.