Donovan's Wonder Blog

Friday we just hung out around the house for the most part. I was happy to be able to wear a decent outfit again. No more jammies all day.

Mom got some more gardening done and I yelled instructions from my stroller and waved at the neighbors driving by.

Mom made an interesting concoction for lunch. She spread some of my pasta primavera between a couple pieces of bread and called it sandwiches.

I started to eat it while she was making her own sandwich, but then she took it away and threw all the bread away because she said she found something growing on the bread. Yeah, it would have been me if she would have let me finish my lunch.

It was okay, though. She made spaghetti instead. That's fun, too. My appetite is kind of small right now because of my teeth coming in. I nurse a lot more than usual, too. Mom says that means I'm getting enough nutrients, but it makes her hungry all the time, and every time she eats, she tries to feed me, too.

It's not fair. She's the one with the appetite, and I'm the one with the pudge. Oh, well, I wear it well.

Of course we couldn't get through the day without taking a walk. We returned the laundry basket to the place where they left our laundry for us.

Later Mom actually got a photo of me on the ladder like I was trying to show you on Thursday.

See, I told you I look cool.

Then we split a pear. Actually, Mom cut it up and I ate most of it. I saw her sneak a couple of bites, but she was fixated on some chocolate candies instead.

Saturday we went to Lenny's Birthday party. Everyone sang that same song again. It seems to be a common theme at Birthday parties.

I wasn't interested in the cake, but Mom gave me some pizza crust and I thought that was pretty good.

But what is really cool is that Lenny's family has all sorts of animals. They have a horse and chickens and a really cool cat and a billy goat! After taking this picture, the billy goat tried to eat Mom's hair. She thought it was funny once he let go. She said it hurt her a little bit, though.

I'm glad he didn't get ahold of my little piggies like he was trying to. I'm not sure if that would hurt or tickle, but I don't think I want to know, really.





Tonight before bed Mom and I played in my room. She kept trying to get a picture of me walking, but I kept falling down before the photo would take.







I get all excited when I'm walking to her, and I'm starting to get braver and walk to where I want to now, too.

At one point this afternoon, Lenny took a toy I was playing with. I didn't cry, though. I got up and followed Lenny (walking) halfway across the room and took it back.

Mom says I'm a tough guy, and that's why I don't cry. She's wrong, though. I'm just smart. If I cried over every little thing, I would be wasting so much time that I could be using to explore other things.