Weeks later...

I have been busy the last few weeks.

In addition to the usual growing and gaining weight, I have been doing many new things.

Obviously we went to the playgroups. Where I am learning to defend my toys better. No matter how old the other kid.
And Mama dragged me back to that mean lady, that hurt me twice with that huge needle-thing.
And I climb onto everything. Chairs, couches, my highchair, Papa, everything.
And I get to walk around without diaper at home. My hit rate, says Mama, is getting better.
And I'm driving around on my Puky Wutsch.
And I can get up the stairs to the slide by myself. Needless to say, I also go down the slide without much help.
And neither Mama nor Papa are very quick these days to give me what I want. So I scream at them (or Oma, if she's the slow poke) a little louder or I have to throw myself onto the floor in utter frustration.
And I always want to dress myself with everything I think pretty. Shirts, shoes, socks.

And at least they know what I mean with "Bah"(fine, they call it "ball") and "boof" (they call it "book"). I'm sure I say it right in my head, but my mouth says it wrongly. Frustrating!
And I go to bed a lot later now. Which frustrates Mama at times, I think. But it can't be too bad since it usually doesn't take long and she's in bed as well. And hey, I sleep longer in the morning now, so they shouldn't complain...
And because I'm going to bed later, we had dinner at Auk and Caarst's house the other week. I absolutely loved it. So many things to discover and two goofy people making me laugh lots.
And I romp around with Papa. Including pillow fights, he can't win.

And, and, and.

And there is so much more, I have a hard time remembering it all...