What's up???

So, this is ds3 here, filling in for my mom. Ya know... my name really isn't ds3... but my mom doesn't want me using my real name on here... something about privacy and all that. It's too bad, 'cause I happen to like my name. When my brothers or my mom and dad ask me Where's (insert my name here)? I always point to myself. Then they ask where Mama is and I point to her, and then where Dada is and I point to him. Plus each brother too. Everyone seems to think it is really a great thing that I can do this... but come ON, they keep on asking me! Uh, ya know I told you where everyone is already.. and can't you see with your own eyes everyone sitting at the table??? Hmmm.... I don't know about the smarts in this family.

This week, I've really been giving my mom a fit. Yeah, it's usually over eating lunch, but sometimes it's breakfast too. She'll start feeding me, and then I'll just turn my head away and say "no". Sometimes I switch it up and cover my mouth and say "no" too. She tries to let me feed myself too, but I still say No. She was getting so frustrated with me... but all of a sudden in the last two days it's like it doesn't faze her. She just asks me if I'm all done, and then it's naptime. She kisses me goodnight and I lay down to sleep. Guess what? When I wake up and want a snack, you won't believe what she gives me. My lunch! I eat it for her then... She says I am in a better mood after my nap, and I guess I am hungry. She just shakes her head and has no idea why I do what I do... Doesn't she know I'm just trying to keep her guessing???

My brothers are always calling for my mom. They are like Mom, where is my belt? Mom, did you see my spelling book? Mom, can I have a snack? Mom, can we go outside? Mom, can we play wii? Mom, when is dad coming home? Mom, Mom, Mom..... I used to call her Mama... but now I see that her real name is "Mom". I call her that tons of times a day too.... Mom, Mom, Mom. Kind of like this: "Mom." hjjkdgjkh, oidkjhd hoidhiihdiu hdoi;kljhdy. She always says, Uh-huh or really when I talk to her. It's like she doesn't understand what I am saying. I couldn't BE any clearer!

Last Friday I had my first boo-boo. Poor mom had h-y-s-t-e-r-i-a. (That's what dad said). I like to run fast in the kitchen.... cause there is a great running lane there. But I ran fast and snuck around the island and ran into an open drawer. I cried so hard, and mom scooped me up faster than an eagle, and when she saw this big "goose egg" on my head, she cried too. (I don't know why they call it a goose egg, cause no goose laid an egg anywhere near me.) So, my mom just cried and dad put ice on it and I cried 'cause the ice was cold and my head hurt. But I'm getting better now. The bump is almost down and mom is pretty much recovered. (I'm still running though, which is pretty cool.)

Guess I better sign off. Dad says it's time for bath and bed.