Toddler BED!

A started climbing into his crib. He couldn't climb out, but every time I looked away, he climbed in, which I felt was just as dangerous, so we took off the front rail and upgraded him into the toddler bed.

Here he is during nap time. He apparently fell asleep reading a book called "Snoozers." Appropriate.

King of the mountain

Just a dude climbing rocks.

Tough

They say I can't crawl. I don't know what that means but I go wherever I please. Just today I covered every inch of mama's bedroom floor. Even gave myself a black eye falling over.

Mama had to do something very important (or so it seemed) so I was hanging out with Da. Then he had to use the potty, which I assume is also very important, so I was stuck in this. Not to worry, I can get out if I want to. I just don't want to yet. This thing in front of me is moving and making noise.

The case of the missing binks

Thursday, October 2, 2014
1:46 am
Attison's Room

It was night as any other, I was blissfully asleep in my crib. Suddenly, I woke up and realized the binks was missing.

I looked everywhere. My mouth, no. My hand, no. On the mattress next to my head, no. Where could it have gone? The binks must be found. This is a job for....mama.

"Mama mama!" I cried. Nothing.
Scared, I began to murmur "mama, mama, mamamamamamamamamamama..."
"What is it buddy?"  She had appeared!
"Binks!" I shouted at her. It is missing and I need it to survive! Find it, quick, before the sun rises!

She began her search. She used her magic powers of being outside of the crib and her ability to make light. We found it! Under the pillow....phew! So close, yet so far away. Mama handed me the binks.

"Here you go buddy. Are you cold?" She asked.
No I'm not cold, I'm Attison. You call me that 1000 times a day. Maybe I'm Buddy, but I'm definitely not Cold. No one ever calls me Cold. But the binks was already in my mouth so I said "Mmrph."

"Let me wrap you up." She said.
I had already started to drift off, now that the binks was safely in my possession. I fell asleep while she held me, wrapped in my bubba, rocking in Da's chair.
Binks, bubba, go to bed I thought.
Binks,
bubba,
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

The end.

Friends Chickens

We now have lots of friends who have chickens. These chickens were getting pretty brave, going so close to an infant who has very little control over his limbs.

Chickens


And Boom ba

Can you believe this smile? 

Conversations with Attison

(Baby D is crying.)
S: Morning buddy!
A: Night shoe off!
S: Oh look, your night shoe. Do you want to put it back on?
A: Night shoe! Night shoe!
S: Ok let's take it downstairs, Baby D needs us.
A: Oh yeah, Baby D sad. Bye!
Night shoes are slippers. He wears them to bed sometimes. One pair is like big socks with grippy bottoms, the other pair is slippers with soles.
Akso, A is only allowed to use his binkey in his crib, so when he gets up we ask him to say bye to the binks. He used to take it out reluctantly, now he tosses it in and shouts "bye bye binks!"

S: Which spoon would you like? *holds up 3 spoons*
A: Orange! *grabs orange spoon*

S: How was your breakfast?
A: good
S: good?
A: oh yeah.
S: *laughs* That good, huh?
A: Watch Elmo Abby Daba peas?
Watch Elmo peas?
Peas?
Mama?
Elmo?

A playing in his night shoes.
D watching A play.

A list

We were driving in the car and this is Attison's monologue in the back seat. 

deet deet

deet deet, bus

deet deet, bus, tower

deet deet, bus tower, stones, stars

Deet deet, bus, tower, stones, stars, baby D Dennis
Mama

No no. 

Bus, shoes, socks.
Blue shoes.
No.
*incoherent babble*

Fish fish
Baby d fish
Mommy fish
Orange fish