Another Bruise?

Nope! I didn't bonk my head again. I went to Ash Wednesday Mass! Mom was hoping for the oh-so-convenient Ash Wednesday drive-thru, where we could just pop in and get our ashes, but alas! No such luck. It's not that Mom wouldn't like to go to a full Mass; it's that I wouldn't like to go to a full mass. But we did, and I did pretty darn good! Okay...maybe that's a bit of a stretch...but it wasn't a complete disaster! Let's just say my mom is pretty darn happy that all the other religious holidays fall on days when the church nursery is open.

Here I am in all my ashy glory:







PS
If any of you are wondering if my mom will ever be able to get another picture of me where I am not giving my "pretty smile," the answer is an obvious NO.

Nightly Prayers

Scene: Poki and Mom snuggling before bed and saying their nightly prayer. Mom asks Poki who he wants God to bless.

Poki: God Byess Santa

Mom: Santa? Who else?

Poki: God Byess Shvia.

Mom: Who else?

Poki: God byess Bashka...Babi...

Mom: Do you want to bless Nana too?

Poki: God byess Nana. God byess Fire Engine. God byess Yadder Tuck. (Translation: Ladder Truck)

Mom: That's nice to bless your trucks. Is there anyone else?

Poki: Mommy. (Points to his mom).

Mom: Thank you, honey. Who else?

Poki: You. (Points to himself). You. You. You. (Continues pointing to himself). God byess you. (Thinks to himself for a moment, then exclaims aloud) Byess you! Sneeze! Achoo!

Perking Up And Showing Off

After my virus turned into a double ear infection and Dr. Blanton put me on some heavy-duty antibiotics, I'm finally beginning to perk up a bit. So much that my mom was finally able to catch me on film practicing some of my new favorite skills. You see, I've recently developed a bit of stage fright and I refuse to "perform" for mom--even for the blog's sake. But I'm feeling better than I have in days and that has brought on some unusual generosity.

Here I am singing 3 different songs with the same tune...and throwing in some truck and poop talk to top it off. Oh yeah--and you get to see my new fake cry too. It's pretty realistic, if I do say so myself, but somehow my mom's not buying it.



And here I am counting to 11. Yep--11! Mom didn't even know I could do it until I surprised her last week as Scarlett's house. What can I say, I like showing off for my girlfriend.

Sickypoo Makes A New Friend

I'm sick. And I mean sick. I feel awful. My cough sounds like Leroy on his worst hairball day and my nose is running like a faucet. On top of that, as we discovered today at the doctor's office, I also have a sore throat. So sore that I don't even want to swallow my own saliva, so I just keep my mouth open and let it pour out. I'm more of a drool machine than when I was a little baby. It's totally gross.

One good thing about all this is that it was pretty good timing. See, last Saturday (when I started to feel sick), Daddy came home from a meeting with our friend Sean with a giant bag of movies. Sean gave me all his favorite childhood movies! There are some great ones in there, let me tell you. All I've wanted to do since I've been sick is sit on the sofa with my juice and blanket, so Mom decided to introduce me to my first movie: Toy Story. Or as I call it "Ter Stowy". Usually when I watch TV, I lose interest after 10 minutes, but I felt really crummy and sat for the entire movie! I loved it so much that my mom heard me whimpering the name of the main character whenever my cough woke me up from my nap. I'd cough and then in the 30 seconds it took me to fall back asleep, Mom could hear me say "Woooo-dee."

I love him and ask to watch him even more than Thomas or Bob--and that's saying something!

Here I am in my sofa nest, watching my new friend Woooo-dee.



Note from Mom: If anyone finds a cheap Woody doll, get it! I'll pay you back!

You Should See The Other Guy

As many of you know, my dad was in London again last week, but Mom and I had a ton of fun on our own though. Mom pretty much scheduled back-to-back activities for the whole week. It was really fun, but it left me with some scars...physical scars. Let's just say that I haven't had the best luck this week. See, it all started on Tuesday, when we were going to Nate's house for a playdate. Mom was carrying me up Nate's driveway when she stepped on a bit of black ice and slipped, falling forward. She was able to catch herself with her knee and one hand, while holding me with the other arm. Thankfully Nate's dad was there to catch my head, otherwise I would have hit it on the asphalt. That was one instance where luck was on my side.

Unfortunately it didn't last long. Wednesday morning, after a fun time at Toddler Tunes, I bonked my head pretty hard. Mom doesn't even know what happened because she was carrying some groceries into the kitchen when it happened. All she knows is that I started crying and I had a giant, purple goose egg on my forehead. It seriously popped up in 2 seconds--like on the Flinstones. The next morning, I hit the same spot while playing at Kid City. It literally looked like a goose egg on top of another goose egg. Then Friday morning, when Mom came to get me out of my crib, she saw that I had blood all over my nose. She was terrified that my nose was bleeding, but once she cleaned it up, she realized I had just scratched myself badly enough that it bleed quite a bit.

You'd think that was enough, right? Well...not quite. Sunday, I went for a playdate at Scarlett's house, and here is what happened. (Brace yourselves...this is not for the faint of heart).



As you can see, I bonked myself good. Mom and Lauren (Scarlett's mom) even checked my pupils and made sure I was walking okay. After they were sure I was physically okay, they asked me the standard series of questions to make sure I didn't have a concussion.



Fortunately, I did not need to go to the doctor, but I did need to wear a bandaid for couple of days and I've had to endure many strangers stopping me on the street to ask what happened to me. I can't exactly blame them. I mean, look at my face. My mom's been trying to get me to say this for my first sentence: "You should see the other guy."

London Calling

Who's that London Bobby eating crackers on my sofa?



Oh wait--it's me! And my pretty smile...



If you haven't guessed, my dad's back! This is his third trip to London since I've been alive (and my mom's zeroth time, but she's not bitter...) and each time he brings me a present. One time he brought me a red double-decker bus, another time he brought me a London taxi, and this time--you guessed it--he brought me a London Bobby's hat. Pretty cute, huh?

Ready For Miss(ter) America

Carson and Scarlett, Sitting In A Tree...

And Happy Birthday, Babi! I wish I could be there to give you a big kiss too!

Well Worth The Wait!

Granny and Nana got me a table and chairs for Christmas and it arrived this week. This morning, Mom put it together. Let me tell you, this thing is great! I have a special place to sit and eat my snack or read my books or work on my puzzles--or I can do all those things at once, which is what I did this morning.





If you couldn't tell already, I am saying "Thank You!" in the last photo. Thank You Granny and Nana! I really love my present!

ps
For you grandmothers wondering about the goose egg on my poor little forehead, I bonked it twice in two days on the very same spot. I'm okay now though!

Nana's Engine

When we were in Tennessee for the holidays, Nana (my great-grandfather, whom I was named after)gave me one of his model fire engines. He collects them. See, Nana is an even bigger fan of fire engines than I am! I know--that's hard to believe, isn't it? But he is, and he loves me so much that he gave me one from his collection. When he and his wife, Betty found out how much I love Nana's fire engine, they sent me another present in the mail: A fire engine t-shirt! Every morning when my mom asks me what I would like to wear, I say "Engine! Nana!" She has to do laundry every day now so I can be sure to have my favorite shirt. She's happy to do it though, because she knows how much I love it. Here I am modeling my shirt with a very special (and appropriate) accessory and my pretty smile.



My mom just realized what page my Richard Scarry book was turned to when she took this picture. Coincidence? I don't think so.



Thank you, Nana and Betty! I love you!

Monkey Business

Today I woke up and wanted to be somebody other than me. Who did I want to be, you ask?



A monkey! Mom asked me what I wanted to wear today and I went to my closet and pulled out my Halloween costume. Then I stood in front of the mirror for 20 straight minutes, just watching my monkey self.

It got pretty ugly when it was time to leave for music class and I had to put on real clothes.