Words, Shwords

So this whole language thing is kinda like cool and overrated all at the same time. Cause its, like, hard for a 1 and 1/2 year old to remember the words that I am taught. Today, my mom left her kinda liberal, commie, healthy, no sugar fake animal crackers on the kitchen table.

Mom is the best. She loves me so much that she makes me eat this crap for my own good. Sheesh.

Anyhow, I hadn't seen this or eaten any in at least a few weeks when I walked around my parents hotel room chanting "cracker, cracker" like a maniacal NFL fan on Sunday. Today, all I could summon was "c--"
"C--"

I just, I mean, I couldn't remember it. So, I kinda screamed a little bit. I mean, why can't a kid scream now and again? And why can't my parents just read my mind? C'mon, that would make everything so much easier.

After awhile, my Mom finally gave in and reminded me of the word: "cracker"

All is right in the world again. Peace, love and animal "crackers"

K-i-s-s-i-n-g

After running around the hotel in Yellowstone and chasing down my older cousin Lily, I thought the time was right to move in and make my big move:



Yeah, we're smooching alright. And Alli is the matchmaker.

Summer Loving, happens so fast....

Olympic Dreams

One of the things I was doing this summer when I wasn't writing this blog was watching the Beijing Olympics 2008. Michael Phelps sure inspired me (plus the guy clearly loves his Mom); that's going to be a tough record to beat. In the meantime, I am working on my conditioning and weight gain.

As of this past week, my 18 month stats are:

Weight: 29 pounds and 12 ozs - 90% percentile
Height: 35 inches - Greater than 95% percentile - (My agent and I are busy trying to decide whether to sign with the Celtics or the Lakers)

I am going to try and do both sets of Olympics - Summer 2028 and Winter 2030. Summer, I've definitely basketball. Winter is a bit trickier. I'm thinking the Long Ski Jump. I've begun practicing my form: