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.