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.