I like pizza, but pepperoni is too ficey.

I like strawberries, and mommy has been making popsicles and foovies out of them.

Today I played "peekaboo" with the bathroom mirror, and then asked if Sesame Street was in there.

Yesterday was Daddy's birthday party. I didn't like the loud part with all the big grownups talking in my kitchen. I cried. But then my friends came! The grownup friends -- Sarahtom, and Justin, and Mike, and Davey, and Allyson and Jesse. And then, the kids! Tory and Lillian, Jack and Abby and Jess, and Baby Ian, and Klara. And we played with my toys, and read books, and jumped on the bed playing dadaaa tadaaa! Jack bumped his head and cried, and then I fell down when I was spinning around and bit my lip...but it was still a really fun party.

And there was cake. I like cake.

But the best part was my friends. I talked about that all morning the next day.

I like parties.

Climmb and run and jump and talk and sing and and and

I am a busy guy.

This morning I busted my lip open and got a bloody nose. Again. It was just one of those things -- I slipped off the curb at the library wheelchair ramp, while I was playing around, and whacked my face on the railing. It felt better after a few minutes, but it was no fun.

But most of the time, running and jumping and playing is great. I can climb, now, too -- Daddy was very impressed when he saw me go up this ladder at Totland. Then he made me come down. Bleh.

Fun words I say now: "Muck" = milk, "tatterpilla" = caterpillar, "graw" = draw (which I love to do, with crayons).