What I learned today was that it’s going to be fun to play with Daddy when I get older. I get to see him and Wyatt do a little roughhousing and I want some of that. I will tackle you, Daddy. I will be flipped upside down. I will climb up you. Count on that. My day will come.
Until then, I’m full down there. Change me.
What I learned today was that I can make noises from my mouth that, when strung together, may or may not form words, but it sounds like they do, but then Hot Mama and Daddy think it’s the cutest thing ever, and one day they might form actual words, but for right now, it’s just blah blah blah blob blob blah blob, and it goes on and on just as long as this run-on sentence.
Catch all that?
What I learned today was that I am strong enough to sit down by myself. Hot Mama and Gram told me I could do it, and I did it.
Then I toppled over.
But then I sat down again, this time for longer.
Then I toppled over.
But then I sat down and played with a toy ring. And I didn’t topple over.
I toppled back.
Score.
What I learned today was that there are many ways to show displeasure. Like tonight, during Hot Mama’s Oscar party, I decided to protest “The Artist” winning Best Picture by projectile vomiting all over Daddy’s shirt.
Note: I haven’t seen “The Artist” or any movie.
Note: I wanted “Little Einsteins” to win.
Note: I vomited for totally unrelated reasons.
Note: Daddy took it like a champ.
Note: I also pooped my pants.
What I learned today was that bands are more fun than single acts. Sure, Wyatt thinks he’s a rock star, but wouldn’t he have more fun sharing the limelight with a just-as-talented bandmate? He could play the drums. I can play the maracas. We can share the vocals. That’s how it played out today, and it rocked.
Freebird!
What I learned today was that mixing does not match. Hot Mama mixed up my dinner items into one delicious, well, okay, maybe not delicious, but more like, shall we say, a “convenient mixture” of peas and yams.
It tasted just as well as it sounded.
Even my bib rejected it.
