Mom and Dad have a new language for things that I do now. Here's a couple...
Dancin'!!!: When they hold me up and I try the whole walking thing. I'm not quite there, but I like the feeling of my feet hitting the floor.
Drool Bomb: It's coming out of my mouth and I can't stop it. It usually lands on Mom or Dad's shirt.
Dump Truck: I pooped.
We Got a Stinker!: I pooped really bad.
Faker: They thought I pooped... but I didn't! It was just a fart. Ha Ha!
Time for a baaaathhh....: I stink like old formula.
The Christening of the New Outfit: I spit up on it. Usually about 4 minutes after they put me in it.
The Exorcism: When I spit up with gusto.
Elephant Hunting: When I turn on my changing table to play with the elephants on my wallpaper border. It makes it hard for them to change my diaper, and my tushie gets a chance to air out.
Blind Changing: This is when Dad tries to change my diaper in the middle of the night without disturbing me, but then puts it on weird so there is a "surprise" in the morning.
"The Surprise": I pooped.
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