I decided to ride my ride-on police car down the back doorstep.
Ouch! CRASH!!!

I got a lump like a golfball on my forehead, and a cut and a little cut. OUCH!!!

And I don't think I've even mentioned in my journal that I can ride my ride on now!
I can!
But not down steps.

Boxes also make great towers

Daddy growled at Tigger, our cat, for trying to eat our dinner. I don't know why that is a bad thing, but I decided growling at Tigger was a good thing, so I tried to follow him around growling at him for the rest of the night.

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I am now half of three!
But three year olds aren't twice as big as me.

I don't know these truths ( Read more... )

* I can run now!
My favourite is running in just the direction mum doesn't want me to go. You should see my face. *mischevious*

* a broom can reach things myself standing on tiptoes cannot.

* bouncy balls! Why did it take me this long to discover them.

no, four things,

* ducks! ( I'm not sure if I like them )

rayne doesn't want his plastic plates and bowls any more. He wants the glass, china stuff, like us, and a fork and knife like us. He copies so much. He dried his own dishes last night. :)

I love my paddling pool!

But I like tipping my drink out on the carpet.