Grip master

I’ve figured out how to hold on to stuff and it’s changed my life! Before, I’d have something in my hands and after a few seconds it was gone, usually falling to the floor. Then I’d sometimes have to cry to get someone to give me the item back. But now, I can have something in my hand, flail my arms about, and it will still be in my hand. It’s so cool!!! I’ve been holding on to all different things; toys, my pacifier, people’s shirts. I even grabbed the monitor mommy and daddy use to watch me at night and nearly knocked it off the dresser. Don’t tell them, but I’m going to keep working on breaking that monitor. It’s freaky knowing someone is spying on you.

Look at the toys I can now hold.

Translation please

Some of the teachers at school sound different than the others. They say all these words I’ve never heard before like oh-la and don-day esta Lexi. I usually just stare at them because I have no idea what they are saying. I’ll smile too, just so they don’t feel bad that I don’t know what they are saying, but I think they think when I smile I understand them. I asked my buddies Leah, Neve and Tomo about it when we were hanging out on the mats. Leah and Neve were just as baffled as me. Tomo knew why they sound different. He said they are speaking another language called Spanish. I never knew there was more than one language. Tomo sure is smart. Maybe he is the better catch after all.

Booger hunter

I’ve been sleeping a lot these past few days. Mainly because when I’m up this gooey liquid keeps running out of my nose and I don’t like it. Mommy calls it boogers. She keeps trying to wipe the boogers away, but they keep coming back. Mommy even has this funny thing—I call it the booger hunter—that she puts in my nose that sucks the gooey things out. It works sometimes, but not all the time. I should take a photo of it so you can see how ridiculous the booger hunter is. Maybe tomorrow when I'm feeling better.

On a roll

Today is another holiday; it’s Martin Luther King Day. I learned Martin Luther King was a man who had a dream that all people are treated equally. He was very smart. I have lots of dreams, but nothing as profound (that means deep and thoughtful) as that. I mostly dream about the characters hanging from my mobile coming to life and us playing together in the park. Since it is a holiday like Halloween, Veterans Day and Thanksgiving, I thought I’d get dressed up in a costume, but daddy says we don’t dress up for this holiday because it would be in poor taste. I’m not sure I understand what that means—how do you taste a holiday? To mark the day in my own way, I rolled over for the first time. Then I did it a second time and a third time and a fourth time. I couldn’t stop doing it. Mommy caught it on video.

Selfie Sunday 10

Snapping selfies at Mohegan Sun.

Give me the two two for the hard four!

Stop calling me a boy

So many times when I’m out with mommy and daddy people will peek into the stroller and say, “What an adorable little boy.” It happens regardless of what I’m wearing. The other day I was wearing a lot of pink and someone still called me a boy. I know I shouldn’t get upset, but, well, it makes me a little mad. OK … a lot mad! 

Stop calling me a boy. Would a boy wear these socks?

We be jamming

Wayne the Music Man came to day care today. I really liked him a lot. I was bopping and cooing along to all the songs he sang. I wish I had my piano with me, I could have joined the jam. We also had a photo shoot today. My teachers took some pictures of me so tomorrow I can have my picture added to the wall with my other classmates, making me official. I hope they got my good side. J

An evolution of a Lexi smile on the way to day care today.