Donovan's Wonder Blog

I am an expert climber. Nothing is out of my reach as long as it's next to something else.










I like to climb on Mom's organizer to reach the computer and any food near the computer.




I also like to climb up on whatever is in front of the TV and stereo so I can reach to turn them on.

Sometimes when I'm climbing stuff I get into funny positions. Then Mom will help me out, but only if it looks like I'm going to hurt myself if I do it myself.

Speaking of Mom, She's good to climb, too. When she's sitting at the computer, I will climb into her chair behind her and she leans back and pretends to squish me, but then she grabs my legs and stands up and we run around with me holding on to her back. It is SO FUNNY!

Here's a picture I took of Mommy all by myself!

When I want to go outside I will bring Mom's shoes to her.
Mom says we can't go outside until Rusty wakes up. Hmmm, wonder how I'll manage to wake him.

What? Oh, no, I would never wake a dog that way! Not me!

Donovan's Rash. Allergy or just a severe diaper rash?

The other night I had a hard time falling asleep, so after a couple of hours, Mom let me get up and play my tambourine.










I enjoy chewing on it, too. But what instrument isn't good for that?



I danced around crazily in my pajamas and made some cool music.




I love staying up late.

Enjoying a morning cup of juice.

I picked this sippy cup out myself at Wal-Mart.

















Chasing the dog with the baseball bat.

Alex is in the window in the background happy I'm not after him anymore.









Mom doesn't normally condone such ways of entertaining myself, but I can tell it entertains her, too.













Making some music instead.

Aunt Courtney sent me this piano for my birthday. It's my new favorite toy.

Aunt Cindy and Uncle Brad sent some new clothes and a Blue's Room tape. Those are wonderful, too.





Here's a picture of me trying to sit on Rusty's head. Grandpa Frazon, GranMari and Aunt Kimmy bought this outfit for my birthday.













Playing with my no-spill bubble wand and cup.





I've just recently begun wearing shorts this year.

< Before ^ After

Sometimes I like to help Mom with her business.

I motivate her to get organized.

And I teach her how to multitask. I'm so helpful!

This is a picture of the 2 toy buckets I got to hold all my toys. Mom put half of my toys in one and hid the other. She says she'll switch them in a couple of days so I don't get so bored of my toys that I've got to go after her paperwork anymore.

I wouldn't get nearly as bored if Daddy was home to take me for walks.
Here's a picture from last week when Daddy, Rusty and I walked down to the beach from our home.

We miss him.

Mom got brave the other day and decided to let me make a mess. She put flour, colored sugar and water on my highchair together along with a few interestingly shaped kitchen gadgets and let me go nuts.

Now, when I find something new that has a hole in it, the first thing I do is check to see if it's a wind instrument.

Unfortunately this thing is not. Dad says it goes to the food processor.

That's okay. Anything that won't whistle can still be used as a percussion instrument. Actually things that do whistle can be used as percussion instruments, too. But that's how I broke my recorder - that's another story.

It was a lot of fun.

The best part was that it was all edible.


I got it all over.

Especially when I stuck my face in the bowl.


I couldn't believe Mom and Dad just stood by as I made such a mess of myself.


Well, they stood by with a camera and a few napkins, but otherwise, I had free reign.



Nothing makes a guy happier than being able to make a mess.


It's a good life.