I am nice.

I'm being nice to everybody lately. I like to get in Alex's crib and cuddle with him, and show him toys, and give him kisses and tell him I love him. And tickle him to make him laugh. Although I'm working on the "gentle tickling", mommy always has to remind me.

I bring Mommy flowers, and Oma and Marisa too, whenever I'm outside I look for flowers to pick.

I say "I love you" and give lots of really good hugs.

I listen pretty well, and say sorry when I mess up. I always say "It was an accident," even when it wasn't. I rarely have tantrums, almost always about wanting to eat something sweet. They pass pretty quickly.

I know how to be very polite. I go up to people on the street and say "May I pet your doggie please?" Most of the time, I say "thank you" for things.

My parents feel like they lucked out, big time :)

Imagining

This morning there were couches and zebras flying around in mommy and
daddy's room, and I was jumping around trying to catch them with my
invisible "nest-clapper" and yelling "EGGS!"

Mommy says life with me is like a Dali painting.