My lexicon explodeth.

Today, I uttered not three... not four... not five... but six brand-new words (for me, anyway). They were...

"Couch"
"Birthday"
"Moose"
"Abby" (a friend of mine from church)
"Tickle"

and, most significant...

"NAOMI".

It came out more like "Know-me", but Mommy and Daddy knew exactly what I meant -- especially since I was pointing to myself at the time -- and went completely bonkers.

Hangin' with the 'rents.

Here I am having a meaningful conversation with Mommy...


... and trying to pound some sense into Daddy.

Why?

Here's the dialogue around our house lately:


Me: Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Mommy and Daddy (exasperated): Why WHAT?!??

(Brief pause)

Me: Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?... (repeat ad infinitum)

SNOW is a four-letter word

We got 18 inches of snow overnight! Mommy took one look out the window this morning and said, "I'm not taking Naomi to Childtime today!" Daddy took one look and said, "I'm not walking to work in this mess!" So all three of us stayed home and had a grand time!

Daddy shoveled our sidewalk like a good neighbor.


Mommy tossed me (gently) into the snowbank. I enjoyed it immensely, so she did it over and over again.


I was so bundled up, I could hardly move.


Mommy and Daddy waited and waited for something called a "plow" to come by. It finally came by in the afternoon, and completely buried the opening of our freshly-dug out driveway. Daddy had some colorful words to say about that.

A close shave

This morning, I decided -- quite impulsively and inexplicably -- to punch out the clear plastic sheet covering the window in Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. Mommy called for Daddy to help her paste it back in place, and while they were thus occupied, I wandered into the bathroom. In his haste to assist Mommy, Daddy had left his razor on the edge of the sink -- how convenient! I proceeded to shave my jowls, just like Daddy does, and was doing a fine job when Mommy walked in. My goodness, she sure can scream loud! And her face went white. She relieved me of my razor post haste and scrutinized my face, but I had held the blades facing outward and thus escaped unscathed. Never a dull moment!

Daddy's home!

And boy, am I excited!

Flushed with pride.

Don't get too excited. I'm just tryin' it out.