The toilet and dirty diapers

I don't have any pictures to post for this entry because mother hasn't uploaded them from her camera yet. She doesn't move fast enough for me!

Anyway, I just can't get enough of the toilet. I love flushing it, opening and closing it, sticking my hands in it to swirl the water around and especially putting things into it. Mother is quite sick of sterilizing my bottles and cups. It's even better when she spends 10 minutes searching around for my bottle only to find it later when she goes to the bathroom before bed. I also like chewing on the handle end of the plunger. Mother has tried hiding it in the cabinet behind a childproof lock but I've cracked the lock and pulled it out. She obviously underestimates my abilities. Last week I ate soap. Hey, it smelled like oatmeal! I'll pretty much eat anything except for scrambled eggs. Something about them just gives me the heebie jeebies and I spit them out everytime.

Recently I've been telling mother when I need a new diaper. I heard her whispering something about me being ready for my potty, how my brothers were late potty bloomers and that I may just break the record for earliest trained. Hahahahaha. She is so delusional.

Last week I broke down and made mother happy. She came to pick me up at daycare and when she finally got my attention, I smiled, giggled and then started to cry as I ran for her. I then hugged her really hard. I guess now she knows that I love her, even though I won't say her name. Yesterday she was asking me to say mama and I kept saying diaper and then I threw in a little spice and repeatedly said "puta". It's spanish for "bitch". Mother said there's no way I know what that means. There's a lot mother doesn't know.

Upsetting mother

I love to get mother all worked up. See, she cuts my food into little pieces so that I won't choke but then I put all of the small pieces into my mouth at once, ruining all of her hard work. Sometimes I gag, just for effect and then she really loses it.

In the above photo, I'm making her happy after scaring her by using my sippy cup. I normally just throw it and cry until I get my bottle. She tried to praise me and was clapping but I know what that's all about. I won't be using it again. Mua ha ha ha!

I also like to feed the dog when I don't feel like eating anymore. Mother says he's better than a vaccuum cleaner. She gets frustrated though because I'll only eat a little bit in my chair and then play and whine to get down. Once I'm down, I look for more food. It's a great game! You guys should try it sometime. Also, I'm pretty happy with my new chair. I hated my highchair, which mother loved because it folded up so that she could store it away when not in use. Of course, mother can't be happy so I did my best to squirm my way out of the buckle at every feeding and also I thrashed around like a fish caught in a net. Yet again, great fun! Here I am feeding the dog:


Also, I like to make a big mess. If you come to my house, you'll know there's a tornado hanging about.

New Years Eve

On New Year's Eve, I was found in the living room, eating toilet paper. There is a hunk missing out of the roll. Mother puts the toilet paper on the bathroom counter on a pretty plate because I always feel a great need to take it off of the roll. It was a great day when I learned how to open doors.