MONSTERS!

Lately, you've become obsessed with "stisters" (monsters). There are "stisters" in your room, "stisters" at school, "stisters" in Moma's room, "stisters" in the kitchen, you name it, there's a "stister" there.

I'm 2!

The other day when we were at the "swimney poo", you were waiting in line to jump off the diving board and the little girl behind you said "are you 3?" I started to think that you wouldn't understand what she was talking about, but before I could finish that thought, you said, "no, I 2". It was the cutest thing I've ever heard, hearing you have a little conversation with another child. It turns out she was 4 and was amazed that you were not scared to jump off the diving board!

McDonald's

The last few months, you have survived on nothing but Chicken Nuggets from McDonald's. You have graduated from the 4 piece to the 6 piece McNuggets recently. I love it b/c everytime you see the McDonald's sign you say "Uhdonna's, Uhdonna's!"

Shark!

Today when we were at the swimming pool (the "swimney poo" as you say), I told you that you swim like a fish! You said, "no, I shark,roar, Moma fish". I tried to explain to you that a shark and a fish were the same thing, but you didn't care, you just insisted that you were a shark.

Doctor Duncan

You had to go to the Dr. today. When we were in the exam room you said "where Doctor". I said he's in another room seeing someone else. You pointed to yourself and said, "I Doctor". I said really, are you a baby doctor? You said "no". I said are you a Grandma Doctor? You said "Des".

Cheeseburger!

You've been saying cheeseburder (cheeseburger) for a little while now. Even though you've never had one, b/c you are allergic to cheese. Well, today, Daddy went out and got us something to eat and he brought you back some french fries and you looked at him and said "where my cheeseburder?" (where's my cheeseburger?).

Bowl Cut!

I took you yesterday to get your second hair cut ever. I told you that we were going to get you a bowl cut like Daddy had when I met him:-) I would ask you if you wanted a hair cut, and you would say "des, bow tut" (yes, bowl cut). Well, while we were waiting you kept sitting up in the chair and saying "bow tut" (bowl cut). When we finally got to get your hair cut the lady said that a bowl cut would be ugly and said you wouldn't be still enough and it would be crooked. So, we went with just a sweet little boy cut. As you can see, you weren't very happy about having it done.