Ta-DAAAA!

I like to enter a room with a jump and yell "DAAAA!" As in, "ta-DAAAA!"

I love it when my big brother clowns around for me. He pretends to sneeze, or fall down; I give him a little push and he pretends to fly across the room and fall down. I laugh until I can't even breathe, my face turns red and tears roll down my face, and I drool all over my chin. And then I run around to make him laugh, too. We might start a circus.

I'm pretty good with little things, like stringing wooden beads onto a long string. I have some car and truck-shaped big wooden beads that I love to pull behind me like I'm walking a puppy. I have dragged them all the way downtown and back, so they're all scuffed now, but I don't care. They're great.

I don't really like going to sleep right now. I want to be with Mommy. Sometimes it helps when my baby doll comes into bed with me.

I still don't talk that much, but I have a word for "umbrella" ( I really like those, I want to take my green monkey umbrella with me everywhere, and I get in trouble for opening it in the car). I say "Mo" or "ohh" for "no" -- a lot.
I sometimes call Mommy "Gaby" but it sounds like "Bobby."
I love to play with the little-kid laptop. It's so fun! And Mommy's phone, too, with apps like Fish School and ABC Train. Mom calls me a digital boy. I like watching screens!

From Toddler to Little Kid

I'm moving solidly from "toddler" to "little kid."

I don't toddle and fall much anymore.
My amazingly round toddler belly has, just in the last few weeks, stretched into a little-boy torso much more like my big brother's.
I am acting like I am two...nothing provokes a tantrum faster than asking me what I want when I'm in a bad mood. I don't KNOW what I want! Stop ASKING me!!! The worst is when then more and more people come over to try asking me if I want this, or that, or offering me things -- I just want them all to LEAVE ME ALONE. I shake my head so hard that my whole body rocks, then I plunk onto my diapered butt, and then hurl myself forward onto my stomach so i can bang my head on the floor, or hide my face in my hands.

I really like doing things myself.

I don't like it when people try to dress me, or diaper me.

I love, love, love to jam my hand down my pants. What's the problem with that? It's comfy.
But then people get a little upset when it's dirty in there and my hands get all yucky. Still, I hate it when they dress me in the overalls and snap-onesies, restricts my access.

I have started copying Ivan's "Momm-aayyyy!" and "Dadd-aayyy!" intonation. But I also sometimes still half-squeak "Mommy!!!" and "Daddy!!" in excitement, clapping my hands and dancing and jumping with excitement to see them.

Oma is still "Mmmah!" but I also have been practicing a very exaggerated "OoooooOOoooh!"
Grampa is "MmmPAH!" I get very excited to go see him, too!

I love trying to walk in Daddy's shoes. I am pretty good at it.

We have a new trampoline. I love to jump on it. I really, really like to jump on it when I'm naked or wearing just a diaper. Then Mommy says "There's a nakey-bird jumping around in my living room!" and Ivan says "we took all his feathers off!"

I still have a lot of trouble sleeping because I snore and have trouble sleeping at night. Mom says I might have to get surgery for that; we're going to get it checked out. In the meantime, Ivan's started sleeping in another room, because he was having nightmares that I was a monster.