Josiah's Journal Entry 6: I am Batman

So my mom's like "hey, you're 11 months old plus a week.  I should take your picture".

And I'm like "Ya mom, you better get on that".  Pardon me while I roll my eyes.

How does a picture capture capture that I say "mama" and "bu-bye"?  How do pictures capture anything close to our lives?  It's just a still shot of the millions of seconds from my life that is fill with small temper tantrums, hair pulling, giggles, and laughter?  How is still photography supposed to demonstrate the emotion I feel when I read Sandra Boynton books?  She's so deep.  She gets me…

Anyway, ahem, I suppose still photography can show that I have 6 teeth and 1 more on the way, I guess it can capture that I give books to mom and dad thereby communicating with them that I want them read to me.  Now.

So anyway, I am SO over these monthly pictures, so imagine my surprise when mom pulls out this Superhero outfit.  I've heard the talk around the nursery, Batman is way better than Superman so I can only guess that this is of course a Batman outfit (since mom and dad only let me watch the occasional Elmo short or Train video-no superheroes…yet).  

I always pictured Batman with pants.

Thanks mom for making this monthly picture op. so much less lame than the others.

I've got my awesome cape…wait, stop calling me Superman, I'm Batman.  

These great socks that match my awesome cape.  Guys, I'm serious, stop calling me Superman, I'm BATMAN.

These great gadgets in my hand that will help me defeat the bad guys...Knock it off!  I AM BATMAN!

Wait a minute…this isn't Batman's costume.  The kids said he wears black…I must be Superman.

I've been betrayed!

Behind Bars

Let me tell you how I got here.  I never pictured myself behind bars, but the higher powers in this house have been plotting this for some time.  It looks fun from the outside, but I feel like a puppy.  Apparently this walking thing was cute for about a month.  Then I picked up the pace a little.  You know, you gotta make them sweat.  It's not like mom and dad actually NEEDED to get things done around the house.

I will find a weakness.  Don't they know this can't hold me?  ME, Josiah "No Fear" Johnson.

Remembering simpler times when I roamed the halls with my teddy.

Is this punishment for making a kid cry at the T-house?  I didn't mean to.  

My love is just too big for some people. 

Josiah's Journal Entry #4: Jo in the sno'

Today, I want to share with you the dangers of being alone with my mom.  She is goofy and fun and silly, but sometimes she gets these crazy cock-a-mamie notions in her head of things that are "fun".  Let me tell you, in no way do her ideas translate to me as "fun".

Do I look like I'm having FUN??!

Our friends so kindly let my mom and me use their backyard...if only they had been home this morning then maybe I could have been spared a few tears.

Eating the snow wasn't bad.  That was actually a little yummy.  There was so much of it untouched by anything!  That was neat to mess it all up.

 I can't move.

Mom be all like "let's be cute so I can post this on facebook" 

and I be all like "how about you stop taking pictures and take me inside where it's warm?".

And then I said "sure, pull me in the 100 year old sleigh that's probably not actually supposed to touch any sort of moisture lest it rust to pieces, the less work I have to do..."

Josiah's Journal #3

I do what I want.  

I'll climb the stairs if I want to.

I'll whine until you pick me up if I want to.

I'll eat microscopic things off the floor if I want to.

I do what I want.

Will someone please tell my parents that I'm not a dancing monkey?  

Yes, I can walk.

I can also make my diaper super messy…why don't they ever show anyone that?

People.  The world doesn't stare at you when you walk.

They tell me it's because I'm cute.

Today I am 10 months old.

My favorite thing to do (other than walk around holding my toys) is drop things from my high chair and see if they magically reappear on my tray.  

I have 6 teeth and they hurt!  Who needs teeth anyway?

I like to make my parents think I don't know their names…sometimes I call daddy "mama" and sometimes I just start mumbling "dada".  It's pretty funny to see mom and dad start pointing to themselves repeating the same word over and over.  They haven't quite caught on yet that it's all for my own entertainment.

I am the king of this castle.