crash ow.

I took my first bad fall.
Ivan and I were sitting in the red wagon, and Mommy pulled us around. Everything was fine until she turned her back for just a second to talk to the neighbor over the fence. Daddy was there, too, and Ivan was right next to me. Anyway, I tried to crawl over the railing to Mommy, and when she turned back she was just in time to see my dive face first onto the concrete.

She made a really scary high pitched noise. My mouth hurt, a lot. I started yelling, and then the blood started in my mouth. Mommy was busy saying "oh god" but Daddy took me upstairs, and they both helped me feel better. Ivan started being weird and having tantrums about everything, and being bad. I think he was worried about me.

This is a picture of the next morning. My face was all scraped up, and we thought I had a loose tooth or torn frenulum or something but the doctor said I'm fine. I don't think they're going to let me go in the little wagon again anytime soon.

I am getting more teeth. It hurts. I get mad and yell a lot about it, and cry.

I say "hat" and put things on my head. It's a game. We laugh.
I LOVE MY BROTHER. I like to climb over him, fall on him, tackle him, smack him with my hands, and snuggle my face into him. But I get really, REALLY REALLY REALLY mad at hm when he takes something I want to play with.

I call him "Aya" or "Iva". I say "HEY, AYA!" Sometimes I say "hi." I say Dada a lot, Dada is one of my favorite people. After my bath, Mommy wraps me in a towel, plays peekaboo, and then I start saying "Dadadadada" because I know she will bring me to him on the couch, wrapped in my towel. Then Dada lets me cruise around naked before jammies. I like naked time.

I'm starting to bounce my legs to music, especially when Ivan's dancing too. I clap, and laugh, and bang on things. And I'm trying to walk more! I'll walk holding onto someone's hands, and I can take two or three steps on my own. But I still bump my head a lot (even more when I'm tired, or when my teeth hurt), so I'm being very careful and mostly prefer to crawl.

My head is just so big, it knocks me off balance and gets bumped. No fun.

Food: I LOVE blueberries, and like to put raspberries on my fingers like little hats. Then I point them at Mama and yell and grin. I love bananas, and bread, and most kinds of meat.

I want to tear the pages of all books, and push the buttons on all phones and remotes and keyboards. It is a daily frustration that they don't let me do these things. I am building my resentment of their rules, and biding my time. They will regret this insolence.