Beach!

This past weekend we went to the beach to see my family. I love the beach. I love to say it and I love to play on it. I love the she'am (sand). And I had a great time playing with my grandpa great. He read me lots of books. And I got to jump on the couch and eat french fries. That's me up in that picture with my cousins wishing we were jumping instead of sitting.

There has been a change of pronunciation. Da doo is now jajoo. FYI.

Jajoo's have been demoted. Guitars. I can't say 'guitar' but I love it. I love the guitar so much that I got to borrow my friend's (I would have bit the person who took it away from me). Her mom said that it would be ok for me to borrow it for a little while and I have been taking good care of it. If I'm awake, it's in my hands. And when my mama and I leave the house, she has to do a quick swap-out with a jajoo and run out the door.

Today I pooped while we were in the toy store. Although I was playing (and not finished!!!) with a parking garage toy, my mama picked me up and took me to the bathroom. As she was trying to remove my old diaper, I stepped in it with my shoe! Take that!! And my sole isn't smooth. It has all these little cracks and crevices. So it's in there good! HA!

Idaho: Maiden Voyage

I just visited the Idaho rock house for the first time and it was fun. If anyone had any doubts about my obsession with tractors, they have now been set straight. I love da-doo's. If you were to tap me on the shoulder in the middle of the night and wake me, I would most likely sit up and say "da-doo?" There are plenty of them in Idaho (they're actually ATV's, but who cares?). My mom, dad, and I arrived there and almost immediately my Bappa and I were riding through the fields. Wind in my hair. For the rest of the night, I dragged who ever was on Dean-duty over with me to the tractor. And I made them help me climb up and down and up and down until someone pooped out (never me).

That night I got to see the fireworks down at the lake. What does a firework say? BOOM!! Loud! I love loud!

But most importantly, that weekend Unle Greg and Auntie Jeanette got married. I didn't have the patience for the ceremony. But the cake was delicious.

Beeeeesh!!

My mom and I went to the store the other day looking for a da-do. It was the first time we'd been to the toy aisle since I've started talking. Let' me tell you something. Beeeeesh (please) is easily my favorite word. I probably say it about 100 times a day. But at that moment that we were passing by all those toys, I had beeeesh on rapid fire. I want that! And that! And that and that and THAT!!!!! WHERE ARE WE GOING?? WHY ARE YOU RUNNING AWAY, MAMA????

Well we didn't find a da-do, but I did get to ride with my bapa again. He thought he would just take me for a short cruise around the pasture. Do you know that he tried to put the da-do away in the barn twice? And both times I let him know that I was not finished. So on the third round he decided to just mow the entire lawn. An hour and a half later, we were done. I'm a German, too, Bapa.

Ever wanted to see 4 G's in my family? Well just look up. There you have it.