I had another great week. Mumma has been totally blowing off chores and stuff to hang out and play and cuddle. I learned how to brush my hair but I'd rather brush yours. And mumma was surprised to realized that I listen to orders. I am not certain why she didn't notice before. But when I'm into my toys she's go "there's a piece over there" and point and I got get it. She acts like I don't understand what she's telling me or something. Or something like "put that away" and I'll put my blocks in the bag. Sheesh... give me the credit where credit is due lady. I also kiss on demand but I'm very finicky about that. I just don't give kisses, you have to earn them.
Grandma Shirley has a boo boo knee so she hasn't been visiting lately but I still go play at Grandma Judy's once a week and I really enjoy school the other days mumma and dada work. There are other babies for me to steal toys from and a lot of cool things to play with. The teachers all love me too. They told me that they wished I could come to school five days a week.
I had the sniffles a little bit the last two weeks or so but nothing came of it. My brother got fifth disease but I was feeling good with the warm temps last weekend. And then all heck broke loose last Tuesday. I was puking, had a 101.8 fever for a few days, dehydrated, then a low-grade temp, a cough, broke out in a full-body-lumpy-ugly-rash by Friday and two small ear infections. Forty-eight hours of antibiotics later, and I am finally feeling good and am feeling like myself again this morning. Wow... what a crazy week. I think we're all happy that week is over.
Happy Canadian Thanksgiving! I have Canadian blood in me apparently so I get to celebrate two Thanksgivings.
We visited a pumpkin patch this weekend, I went on a wagon ride, and its 88 degrees outside! Sweet.
Other than that, I've just been going to school, doing my thang, finished up physical therapy, eating (I barely fit in 12-18 month size close), etc. Life is good. And funny.
I was born forty-five weeks ago. On a Tuesday. Mumma tells me this is the happiest time of her life. She loves the month of October. She loves to rock me and look out the window. She remembers her first maternity leave with my brother doing the same thing. She loves the memories. She loves making the new memories. She loves us. She loves this season. She loves.
Halloween is coming. My first October. My first costume. My first trick or treating. My first pumpkin. Its going to be a good few weeks... leading up to my fifty-two weeks. Which also means my first birthday.
I didn't start walking yet. Its been a solid four weeks that I've been cruising and standing but I'm still too uncertain about balancing. I get so many bangs, dents and bruises, I think I'll just practice a little more.
