Vacation.

Vacations are fun.
We went to this new place -- me and Mama and Papa, all three of us, and nobody had to go to work. First we went into this big room full of lots of people sitting on seats you could climb on and peek over and fall between, with beeping sounds and loud vroom sounds and little moving pictures outside the windows. That was boring.

Then we went to a place that had new beds and new furniture and a lot of my toys were there. And the stairs had no safety gate! That was awesome except they kept putting boxes in my way and not letting me climb them.

There was a balcony and Grandpa and I watched "birdies" and "surfers." I like the birdies better, because they fly, and eat my cheerios that I threw on the floor.

Papa and Oma took me swimming in the big square bathtub thing. That was sort of cold, but I thought my fishy liked it so I threw him in again and again.

Then we went to the place with waves. At first, I thought they were telling me to wave at the big water, so I did, but they kept laughing. I don't know why they make words so complicated -- seems like as soon as I learn what something means, they change it. No fair.

Anyway, at the first place the waves were too big and loud so I was scared. But I played in the sand, that was fun. Later, we went to another place where the waves were just my size, and not scary at all! I practiced walking in them, holding on to the grownups' hands, and it was so so so fun! I was super proud of myself, stepping up high with my feet, and laughing and yelling all my words, like "TURTLEDAWDLE done dah dah DOWN ba ba ma namama."

There was just so much new stuff to do. It would have been even better, except my mouth hurt! I just wanted to bite things all the time, the table and the high chair and anything I could find, but nothing made it feel better. Except ice. Mmmmm, ice. It's cold, but it feels good, so I yelled and attacked everybody's drinks until they let me have some.