{Forty-four} Language

I am just a fountain of knowledge these days. Every day I learn new things. My brain is one giant sponge. I understand when mumma says its bath time and I take off for the bathroom. Mumma says "gimme a kiss", I give a kiss. But not lately, because I'm being stingy and testing my boundaries. When I fuss on the changing table and mumma goes "here!", I stop fussing because I know she's going to hand me a toy to entertain me while she cleans my butt. "Open" means here comes the food. I have answered to name for quite sometime now... that was the first word I actually knew. My least favorite... "NO. Noooooo". Busted. Dang.

My brother, just makes me happy. He is so much fun to watch. And I try to do everything he can do. And lately, he does whatever I do. We are two peas in a pod. He loves me. I love him.

They locked me in. My Godfather came over last weekend and installed a gate at the top of the stairs. I don't like it because I want to learn how to go DOWN the stairs. Mumma says that is very unsafe and extremely scary. I say let me try! But noooooo... they cage me up like a beast. I am an animal. And now I have the entire 2nd floor to roam around on instead of always closing bedroom doors so I can't get out. Which is actually pretty cool now that I'm really thinking about it. I am a free bird to roam as I please. Cool. Thanks God dada!

Speaking of stairs... mumma almost strangled dada today. She ran upstairs real quick and turned around... POOF... there I was. She was screaming "where is your dada!?" as he sat downstairs. Where I was hanging with him 30 seconds ago. He didn't notice I followed mumma. I'm a speed demon on those stairs but mumma is so nervous I'm going to fall. I'm a pro.