Autumn in Prospect Park

Today's Stats

Sasha got his 2-year check-up today. 36 inches tall and a mere 29 pounds. I'm guessing that the small weight gain is the price of low-fat milk. His pants sure fit better. He's also very healthy. And strangely obedient with the pediatrician.

And for fun, more vocabulary from today:

Look, Mamu, little tayds! Watching a group of school kids walk down the sidewalk.

Highdeen in tardet. Hiding in the closet.

Dah la la. Gorilla.

And yesterday:

Lady Gaga! Bad Romance! Correctly identifying the song playing in the auto mechanic's garage.

P is for Pood

Some of my daily chuckles:

One, two, tree, poor, pive, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, fourteen, nineteen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty!

Listen music on Peter! peter = computer.

Pupu pider = purple spider.

Daya, all PINished. = There, all finished. He's always very emphatic on that first syllable.

No pit daya. = Doesn't fit there (referring to puzzle pieces).

T-Rex cooking pood. Cooking apples. Panda eat pood. Eat bamboos.

Mamu hurt neck. It bleeded. Mama hurt pinger. It bleeded. (These after I zipped his neck into his jacket and after Nerdy cut his fingernail too short. Poor injured baby.)

Too hebby! Too big. And too hebby.