Logan parrots everything that we say. Everything. It has been a test of verbal determination to watch what we say around this little bird, no questions asked. Thankfully Mommy only curses on her blog…not in real life (I am not that cool off the internet), so that hasn’t been an issue yet. Logan says some insanely cute things, things that melt my heart into a puddle and recently he picked up a new catchphrase that I can see sweeping the nation if 50 Cent ever picks it up (cough, cough). Whenever it is cold out side mommy-the-wimp jumps up and down, makes high pitched shrieks, and says “chilly, chilly chilly!!”. My goofy dance became Lo’s favorite thing and he quickly came up with his own catchphrase: chilly cool. Everything is chilly cool. Open the door? Chilly cool. Put ice in a glass? Chilly cool. Get out of the tub? Chilly cool. (I have to post audio of him saying this, but it might kill all of you with cuteness.) So, today as I sit at work it is raining, super cold, and even colder at my computer—I start to get the chills and all of a sudden I let out CHILLY COOL in front of co-workers. That’s right, the pirate is mimicking the parrot…at her job. I am telling you what, it doesn’t matter if Logan is with me or at home, the kid always manages to make me laugh.
A quick Logan update:
24 months as of 12/22
100% potty trained
Can fully dress himself
Knows how to fist bump
Still obsessed with trucks and cars
Only gained .6 lbs over an entire year
Eats like a horse
Is edging 39 inches tall
Puts himself to sleep
Is still awesome
GUESS WHOS BACK, BITCHES?!
If you guessed Shady…you would be partially correct, but I am actually talking about me.
You can feel free to stop being a complete terror at ANYTIME; I promise it wont hurt my feelings. Also, as much as you seem to think that Mommy likes her hair being ripped from her head…she doesn’t. Trust me.
Thanks in Advance,
In two days we will have a twenty month old child. Here is a fascinating list of all the fun things our
little big man does:
Potty trained (wipes his booty too!)
Washes himself in the tub
Puts both shoes on (the correct feet) by himself
Can count to five
Knows his alphabet until F
Can point out colors (cant say them yet though)
Says dog, cat, kitty, juice, shoes, book, car, truck, guitar, bubble, guppy, fish, bird, hey, bye, and a hand-full of other crazy things
Trips, falls, and runs into something everyday—at least 5 times
Loves to climb
Gives the best cuddles in the world
Makes fish lips when kisses are given
Hugs tighter and tighter everyday
Doesn’t use a highchair or a booster
Is almost three and a half feet tall
Still a shrimp at 24 lbs
never felt so good. Happy Birthday to me.
Sorry for the lack of posting, but this week has been super tough for a lot of people. Yesterday we buried a son, husband, father, brother, and friend. Yesterday we buried a Marine killed in combat. We were surround by thousands of friends, 500 Freedom Riders, and hundreds of supporters outside; it was beautiful. Today all I can think about are his babies and how confusing and hard this time is. Please say a prayer or send a thought in the air to the family and friends of Ssgt Dudley today, because today is really really hard.