The Princess has added a ton of new words to her vocabulary; shockingly, none of them are curse words. Her favorite stuffed cat is now known as "Puppy." She is saying, "Hap, mama" when she needs help. With the help of the Hurricane, pee, poop, and butt are becoming more common. NO!, MINE!, and I DO! are also still in heavy rotation. She used to be shy on the phone, now she is more than happy to hold an extended conversation completely in Baby Gibberish. No, don't worry, you don't have to do any of the talking. As a matter of fact, if you are on the phone with her, don't count on getting any words in.
Little Dude has discovered a Super Awesome Really Fun way to give mommy a HEART ATTACK. Stand up in your high chair and turn around. Then lean waaaay over the back of the high chair so you can touch stuff. When you get tired, just sit down on your high chair tray. Eat some snack. Repeat. Wait for your mom to turn around and DROP DEAD FROM FEAR. If you don't want to scare mom by letting her find you standing up, then you can slide your legs down and get your fat butt stuck under the tray with both legs wedged in on the same side of the divider. Then squeal like a.. well, like a stuck piglet.
Little Dude is also using the dining room chairs to walk; he got himself stuck underneath the table today. It's probably not very nice to laugh at a baby, but I did. I have discovered that the word "Snack" will distract him from whatever is making him cry; the downside is that I really do have to give him a snack. The way this kid is eating, it's going to be expensive. I may have to pimp him out Toddlers & Tiaras* style so I can afford to feed him.
*Seriously, 4 year olds with spray tans? This is what your children will look like:
"Next time I won't point all the jets at my face."