Presidents? Thbthhhhhbthhh

I got to watch one of those big, fascinating boxes with the moving pictures on the front.
There were people in it.
Mom and Dad really wanted to watch it too -- I know, because they tried to keep me busy by letting me dump out an entire jar full of cheerios in my playpen. Wheee! Slipping and sliding and munching umyummuymm.

I did get a little bored, though. And then this one man came on the screen and started talking, and I decided to shout "ABABA! OBABA! ABAMA!" and everybody laughed.

Then another guy came on the screen and started talking, and I decided to blow spit out through my lips like this: "Thbbthhhbthhbthhhhbthhh!!!"

Everybody laughed some more, and mom hugged me a lot.
Whatever. Grownups are weird.

And now, they call me

Bear, Sleepy Bear, Grumpy Bear
Mauserich (German, something about a mouse)
Squirt (this one has stuck...and now my 3-year-old cousin calls me "Thkuurt")
Roomba (because I tend to crawl in one direction as fast as I can until I meet an obstacle, then I change direction and go as fast as I can again, picking up whatever dustbunnies, leaves, or cheerios might happen to be along my path)

They moved my crib.

I'm a little grumpy about this. I had this great pastime, watching people out the second-story window of my room while Mom thought I was napping. I was pretty sly about it, too -- she'd lay me down, draw the curtains, and think I was sound asleep, but I'd sneak over to the window, pull the curtain aside, and stand up peeting over the edge of the crib and waving and smiling at the street below. I guess maybe she was worried I'll learn how to climb out of my crib and end up jumping out the window...but mostly I think she wants to force me to nap when I don't want to. Tyrannical overlord that she is.

My upper teeth are FINALLY coming in.
And I loooove cheerios. And bananas. And saying "AMYAMYAMYUMMM" and "OBAAAMAAA"

(Nobody, nobody has ever heard me say "McCain." And with good reason.)