The Final Countdown

In preparation for my baby brother's arrival, Dad bought some newborn diapers tonight while at the grocery store. When Mom took one out of the package, she started laughing hysterically because of the size. They are so tiny! They would fit on my doll! (Yes, I have a doll--two in fact--so what?)

She had to take a picture of it next to one of my size 5 diapers. It's hard to believe there will be a tiny baby wearing this diaper in just a few short weeks.





These pictures don't even do it justice. Even Dad agrees that it looked much smaller in person. That is a seriously small diaper. Can you believe I used to fit in one of those things?

Cheerleader

I'm not even sure how to lead into this video...I was playing with the West Point football that Babushka and Boompa gave me and it inspired what my parents can only believe should be West Point's new Army fight song: Army Ball (Everybody Scream).



Disclaimer: This video begins somewhere around 3-5 minutes after the song began and I was winding down a bit. If Mom had begun taping right away, you would have seen some serious booty shaking going on. I may have a real future in cheerleading.

The Dentist

Today I hit a pretty big milestone: I had my first trip to the dentist. Of course, my mom brought the camera along.

I was excited about the big chair, but once I got in it, I wasn't so sure...



But then I saw the cool little water faucet and sink. It was pretty much my favorite thing ever.



Then the chair went backwards and the nurse turned on a fancy light.



She poked around in my mouth and counted my teeth (18, in case you were curious).



I was a very, very good patient and kept my mouth open wide the whole time.



Then came the cool spinning toothbrush with yummy toothpaste. The nurse said it was bubblegum flavored, but I said it tasted like rice.



The nurse also had a "special straw" that I got to hold.



After painting some vitamins on my teeth, I was all done! Put on your sunglasses, then check out my pearly whites!



I loved the dentist! They gave me a new toothbrush, a sticker and a rubber ducky that's brushing his teeth. They also said I was the best 2 year old patient they've ever had!

Guide To Baking

Okay, let's be honest. I could care less about the baking. I just want to lick the spoon! How about a guide to that?

First, you open your mouth really wide and stick your tongue out as far as you can.



Then...Mmmmm...



Wait--I can get that drop...



Ha Ha! I think the sugar rush is kicking in!



All done!



Mmmm...I missed a spot.

Poki Knows Letters!

Look what I've learned to do in the last few weeks! Babushka got me The Letter Factory for Christmas, and after just three times of watching it, I've pretty much mastered the sounds each letter makes. Check it out! (And please excuse the additional sounds of clanking dishes. Mom filmed this while Daddy was serving up a delicious supper!)

Poki and Ping Pong

Admittedly, Mom has been pretty awful about taking belly pictures with Ping Pong. She feels pretty awful about it--like already the second child is getting the shaft and he isn't even here yet! But here are some pictures my dad took of me, Mom, and Ping Pong while we were snuggling in the hotel bed last week. I'm pretty much going to be the best big brother ever.

And for those of you who might not be keeping track (again, like my mom), Ping Pong is due to arrive in just 7 short weeks!

My Own Camera!

Babi got me my very own camera for Christmas this year and I was quick to get the hang of it. My parents (and other family) are so impressed with my skills that Mom wanted to post some of the images for you to see here. Check it out!

Role Reversal

Scene: The other night before bed, Daddy and Poki are in the middle of a serious tickle war. Poki crosses that crucial threshold where the tickling goes from fun to torture.

Poki: Hahahaha! Stop, Daddy! Stop!

Daddy keeps tickling.

Mom: He wants you to stop, Daddy!

Daddy: But he is still laughing.

Poki: Stop, Daddy! Hahahahahaha! Stooooooooooop!!!

Daddy keeps tickling.

Poki: Hahahahaha! Stop, Daddy! I said stop! Hahahahaha! DON'T MAKE ME COUNT!