"Signs" Of The Times

I have been learning lots of signs. My favorite pastime, other than playing with cars, is reviewing baby signing time flashcards.

Videos for Grandma T

Seconds

This was my second bath today, because I am just that special or dirty. Lets just say my diapers were working overtime, for sure.

New Skills

Inquiring minds want to know what I've been up to lately. Since our last meeting, I've learned to:

sort Halloween candy,

navigate public transportation,

construct a ball holder out of an egg carton,

drink from a water bottle or pour the majority of contents down my shirt,

use sign language to get "more" food,

fix bikes,

play the recorder,

read myself to sleep,

wear an apron with style,

drink from a straw,

be an airplane tracker,

score some free candy from a cashier at Ranch Markets,

put together a puzzle on my own,

start a bike messenger business,

throw down like a gangster,

and make a letter train.

As you can see I've been very busy. I'll try to keep you posted on my current activities. Maybe that can be one of those "goals" or "resolutions" that mom keeps talking about this month.

For Aunt Katie

Better This Than Nothing At All

So a few weeks ago I was watching Glee with my mom... maybe my dad was in the room too. I couldn't resist the urge to get my groove on. Here is the not-so-hidden camera footage of the event. Get ready, (insert dance competition tv show here), here I come!





P.S. I'm a little naked because I had just had a bath. And my gut hangs out over my diaper in an unflattering way, and yet balances my center of gravity so that I can bust moves like these.

More Cowbell

Well, kids, you haven't seen the last of me yet. It was either me or one of my parents who took the video camera in my room, left it on the table which is within my reach, after which a disorganized pile of hand-me-downs covered and hid it for weeks.

Those weeks are over, though, and we celebrated today by taking several videos for your viewing enjoyment. Here we present just two, which happen to be the least lame ones of the bunch. The first one speaks for itself. My mom is saying "boom" because that's what I usually say when I throw a ball. I guess it's kind of endearing or something. Anyway...





Now what we have in this next one is some not-sleeping, which happened last night. I had an unexplained high fever (39 degrees C, since the thermometer was stuck on metric units), and this made sleeping totally uncool, for me and both my parents. I was fine by this morning, but I did discover a great little show called Yo Gabba Gabba! on YouTube with mom. This is a show that is a little strange, but completely redeemed by the fact that it was created in part by the band leader (aka The Bat Commander) from The Aquabats, which, in my considered opinion, are one of the best bands to come out of the late-90s Orange County ska movement.

Here's me dancing the night away to this song. It was the only prescription for my fever:

"Listening and dancing to music is AWESOOOOME!"


In other news, one morning I woke up with something really funny going on with my hair, especially seeing as how I sleep on my tummy. This might not look that crazy, but since I was born basically bald, and continue to be so, anything hair-related is cause for celebration.



And here's me loving the attention, first thing in the morning:



Today we went on something of a field trip to a park in the neighboring town of Gilbert. There was a wicked-awesome duck pond there, but for some reason, the native peoples of this civilization have the strange custom of throwing bread into the water for the ducks to eat. The ducks, apparently not opposed to bread soaked in pond water, eat it right up, and even fight over it.



My dad duly taught me how to perform this bizarre and pointless ritual, then handed me a piece to throw in. Seriously? I'm going to give a perfectly good piece of bread to THOSE guys? So I popped it in my mouth without hesitation, which was hilarious to all the adults in my vicinity.