TMI milestone

February 21st, 2010

Turned out I was fine after eating those moonflower seeds, but my heiney might disagree.

I’ve asked Mama about my potty before, and she’s let me sit on it a few times, but we’ve not really been trying to teach me how to use it. Last night while I was eating dinner, I looked at Mama and said POOPOO! She asked me if I wanted to use the potty and I said POTTY. So I sat on my potty for about five seconds and then tried to get up and walk away. Mama made Daddy read me a book to distract me, hoping my business would be transacted.

I made a successful deposit. You might want to close your eyes shortly before the end, but the look on my face is priceless.

Finley Primer

February 3rd, 2010

inspectigatin

This photo was taken this morning—look how red my hair is!

Mama’s been collecting the gems below for a while. She’s got a lot of catching up to do on house work, paying work, and my blog, so please be patient the next few days as she tries to get over her infection and get back in the swing.

siber spider

dobble garbage trucks (she has a book that says garbage trucks gobble up the garbage)

buhdd bird

eyerees iris (the flower kind)

chisease kisses

town clown or crown, depending on the usage

tar car

woes rose (she’s taken to yelling this repeatedly since I told her it was her middle name, especially if she thinks I’m going to be annoyed with something she’s doing since I usually pull the mom and call her by both her names when I am annoyed)

toat coat

buck/buck-a book (buck-a is usually reserved for when she’s really upset that a book is not being read to her immediately)

eye dot it I got it

dahseees glasses (she’s obsessed with glasses since Bill and I both wear them)

unh bite surrill a bite of cereal (this also applies to anything being eaten from a bowl. in fact, I think it actually sometimes means bowl)

Unh Beep The Jeep

baddy berry

yohdurt yogurt

wattle waffle

afftahdo avacado (this is also often yelled while walking around the house, totally out of context with eating)

hopple grasshopper

Unh Habb Eeet Either “I have it” or “Can I have it?”. When it’s the latter, the ‘unh’ gets dropped and she just screams ‘haaaaaaAAAABB EEEeeettt!”

It was amusing to lie in bed and hear her attempting to communicate with Daddy and AC, who didn’t have this Rosetta Stone to refer to. Poor thing got so frustrated with them.

Ooph

January 4th, 2010

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Last night I was up every two hours until 2am, and then I was up every hour until I got up at 8:20am. Mama is whupped.

This morning while I was eating my oatmeal (a.k.a. flinging it around as I attempt to learn how to use a spoon), the black and white cat did what he always does in the morning. So I took matters into my own hands and yelled out, “TEHYER!” and then I looked at Mama and said, “Eees tye-nin gin.”

A few days ago when Mama was finished getting the sock fuzz off the toes on my right foot, I thrust my left foot at her and said, “Uddah sigh peeees.” And I say “inna minnit” near constantly now, usually in a context that makes complete sense. For instance, yesterday Mama asked me to come in the kitchen with her and I said it as I went to find Ox in the living room. Mama realizes now how often she and Daddy have been saying this to me.

I have a special language though that usually only Mama (and sometimes Daddy) can understand. But when she doesn’t understand me, I like to lose my mind.

Oh, and the upper and lower canines on my right side have slightly broken through the skin. This means I am doing even more chewing of books than before!

More time goes by

August 28th, 2009

Some things never change. Even as big as I am now, I still get a terrified look on my face every time Mama sneezes. Sometimes I even cry until she tells me that everything is ok. I don’t like sneezes.

And I still sneak pick Daddy’s tomatoes and then shove them in my face as soon as I get a chance.

daddystomato

But some things are new. Like the other day Mama gave me my very first grilled cheese sandwich (with tomato butter) and some peaches. I had to flail my arms and squeal every time she put more on my tray. I love grilled cheese and local peaches!

grilledcheeseisyum

I’ve been boopty chasing the kitties around the downstairs the last few days. Teller has been my best friend, and he lets me play with him fairly rough before he gets up and moves. I think he secretly likes all the attention I’m giving him, but Mama keeps telling me I have to be more gentle and especially not to pull his tail.

tellerislove

Because I’ve been so into the kitties lately, Mama took me to the PetSmart yesterday to see what my response would be. I loved it! I got to see some puppies getting hair cuts, some tiny kitties playing, and fish! Fish are so fascinating, and I kept squealing and reaching for them as they darted around. I also didn’t know which birds to look at first. I wasn’t so jazzed by the rodents, but I let Mama know I thought the dwarf rat was funny by squealing really loud when he started scratching his face. Mama is definitely taking me to the aquarium and the zoo soon.

The last few days I have had lots of bonks on my head so I’m really afraid to try walking or even standing without a death grip on Mama’s arm. She keeps leaning me up against the couch, but my legs splay all out behind me until I start screaming for someone to help me get my legs straightened out. I’m really not ok with trying to do it myself just yet.

My most favorite thing to do is to organize all of my like toys together. Right now it’s balls—I really can’t understand why I can’t throw and catch all of my balls at the same time. Mama keeps trying to get me to catch and throw, and throwing I’m really good at, but catching not so much. SM told Mama I was catching the ball at her house, so Mama persists in practicing with me every day. Yesterday I learned that Teller will chase the smaller balls if I throw them to the stairs. He makes me laugh.

But my most favorite thing by far (besides picking my nose) is to play dentist with Mama. She lets me do all kinds of root canals.

finleydds

I’m busy

March 9th, 2009

Saturday I added a new sound to my repertoire of macabre sound effects: gasping deeply for long periods of time. Mama says I sound like I’m practicing my death gasp.

I have found my tongue, so I’ve been smacking it all around. Mama showed me that she can touch her nose with her tongue, and I’ve been trying to do that. No luck so far.

My biggest new toy is my fingernails. I like to rake them over all fabric, but especially the walls of my pack’n'play and the comforter on the blue room bed. I also like to rake them over Mama’s face. Repeatedly. This makes a lovely noise that goes like this: “OUCH. OUCH. Stop that please. OUCH.” It’s quite lovely.

I’m also laughing a lot at Daddy, especially when he puts funny things on his head and shakes his head around. I’ve been liking Mama doing this for a while, but Daddy finally “discovered” this himself, and I like to throw the man a bone once in a while. He also does this ridiculous dance that I’ve never seen before. It even makes Mama laugh. Daddy’s funny.

No real desire to roll over much any more. When the parents put me on my tummy I do try to pull my feet up now and then, but overall I’m done with that rolling over thing. So passe.

New things I’m working on this week…

February 25th, 2009

I forgot to mention that this week I’m really working on my growling. I used to be afraid when Mama made my toy lions roar, but now I’m doing it all by myself. I like the noise so much that I sometimes do it while I’m falling asleep. And then I whisper sssssphuuuhhhssssss to Teddy because I don’t want him to be scared.

Written February 24, 2009