I am one tough little dude.
I wrestle with Ivan pretty much full-tilt now. I attack, standing up and then landing belly-first on my target, using my relatively dense little package of mass to great effect. I'm both heavier and stronger than I look.
I can tackle Ivan onto the beanbag from standing, and at least once I've completely pinned him just by lying on top of him. And laughing. Until he cried, and then Mom made me say sorry. I don't actually say sorry, I just give someone a pat and usually a goopy kiss, and sometimes I say "O-ree."
Favorite phrases
"Baby! Lay down."
"Eat! Noodles! Eeeeeez! (Please)"
"Ki-key. Ki-key mouse! House!" (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse)
Our family picture day was kind of stressful. Mommy wanted me to be all clean and dressed in this one particular shirt, and then I was supposed to hold still and smile and say cheese. I climbed out of her arms, I yelled for ice cream, I was snotty and drooly, I bucked my head around and generally made it impossible to get good pictures. Then they told me Mickey Mouse was in the equipment, and they made Mickey Mouse sounds so I believed them and smiled. But then they started packing up the equipment, and I got mad. In an upset and accusing tone, I pointed at the bags and said "Ki-key! Ki-key mouse!!!" Mom finally explained they were just making the noises, like I make monkey noises. That made it OK.
