My schedule is off

I haven't been at school very much this week or last week. There's all of this wet, cold, white stuff on the ground called snow. Daddy and crew took me out to play in it the other day and I liked it, but it makes my jeans wet. Mommy gave me a warm bath afterwards, so I warmed up pretty quick, but my cheeks were red and cold. I LIKED it though. I love to walk through it, and sled down the hills, and pick it up, and throw it. Snow is fun!

I don't care what they say

I don't think I am being more difficult these days. They just don't understand me. How much clearer can I be? Just give me what I want. . .NOW! If it's a pen or pencil I will chew on it and write on the furniture, or walk (run) around with it. If it's food, I might (or might not) eat it. If it's just something I want, it's easier for both of us if you just give it to me. . .NOW! I don't want to kiss Daddy or Mommy or Sissy or anyone else. I don't want to give hugs or play cute, just let me loose and I will come to you when I want something. C'mon I am 21 months old, I rule the world.