Today I woke up and crawled into bed with Dadda for a poop scented wake-up call. Dadda changed my diaper and rolled over for more sleeps. I decided to explore the cavern under the covers of Mamma and Dadda's bed.
There are many natural formations when you brave the depths of the cavern, but stay away from the snoring beast! He let's loose noxious gases and odors from his nooks, just the nooks and not the crannies.
Dadda finally got up to poke on his eyes in the bathroom mirror. I brushed my hair with Mamma's makeup brush. My hair looks fabulous!
I ate cereal and apple wedges, but this time I stayed securely locked in my chair and the apples were peeled, mostly. I agree with Dadda, meals belong on/in my face, not on the carpet.
Dadda read to me in Spanish. I thought it was nice that he's trying to teach me different languages, but since he hasn't bothered to learn more than a functional amount of my language, I was less than receptive.
Here's an introduction.
English Josh
I want that. Mmmama
Give me that. Mmmama
Dadda Mamma or Dadda
Mamma Mamma
Brother Bubba / babba
Bottle Babba / bubba
Goomba Mamma
I love you Gluglug
Everything else Any combination of squeals and grunts.
Thank goodness for Google Translate, or my journal would be written in what would appear to be random keystrokes instead of my well articulated word choices and humor.
Today I am a rouge agent an international!
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