I had a great time in Colorado with my cousin Christina. Play doh pancakes are the best! Grandma Gail got a lot of use out of her new cell phone... she thought it was pretty cool to take pictures and movies! She's going to be mad at me for posting this one because I couldn't figure out how to change the volume. Oh well, she loves me anyways!
Monday, December 15, 2008
At school, my teachers (Miss Janet, Miss Saless, and Miss Sandy) are teaching me the alphabet. Sometimes we recite the letters; other times, we sing the ABC Song. Here I am (looking incrediby cute, if I do say so myself) practicing at home.
OK, so I'm not perfect, but who is at age 2?
Sunday, December 14, 2008
When kids are little, their parents want them to walk. Countless hours of video are taken of toddlers taking their first wobbly steps, of year-old children with huge grins on their faces while they fall down because they're still unsure of themselves. Mommy and Daddy were no different, although I don't think there's too much video of me.
I don't know what the big deal is. There are so many ways to get around. Crawling, either forwards or backwards, accomplishes the same thing. And why risk walking down the stairs and falling (and maybe hurting yourself) when you can slide?
Friday, December 5, 2008
Thursday, December 4, 2008
In my mind, there's nothing to compare with a good old chocolate chip cookie. No frills. No walnuts. No mint chips. Here are a couple of pictures that you might enjoy. That's me with my cousins Phoebe (from Cleveland) and Yael (from Miami). Yael taught me to dunk my cookies in milk.
Monday, December 1, 2008
The highlight of the holiday was getting to cook with Daddy and with Grandma. Grandma got me my own cooking utensils, a hat, an apron, and oven mitts. Here they are in action.
Then I helped Grandma make stuffing for the turkey. Grandma likes matzah stuffing much better than bread stuffing, so I helped break up the matzah.
Grandma realized we needed more mushrooms for dinner. She came up with a plan for me to cut them--an egg slicer. By the time I was done, I was quite a pro.
And what's Thanksgiving without mashed potatoes. Daddy let me help him.