a couple of nights ago, miss denise found a stray puppy running down the street by her house. the next day (yesterday), miss denise’s husband was gonna bring puppy to a shelter, but mama said NO WAY! so instead, the puppy came to our house

i love puppy. i played with her all day long. anytime she wasn’t in sight, i ran all around the house calling “buppy? buppy?” until i found her. i liked holding her in my lap and hugging her. baby sister loves puppy, too.  don’t worry, we still love koda.  i hug koda all the time, but i just can’t pick him up and hold him in my lap like i did with puppy.

when i woke up from my nap yesterday, mama crated puppy so that she could carry baby sister upstairs and come get me. i heard puppy crying, so i ran downstairs and freed her.  i just wanted to hold her, but she wanted to explore the whole house.  she even started climbing up the stairs!  i yelled for her to come back, but she didn’t listen.  uh oh.  MOMMEEEEE!!!

during dinner, puppy tried to eat my meatloaf. i stuck out my hand and told her “back”, just like i tell koda. but she didn’t listen. i need to train her better.

so when i woke up this morning, i looked for puppy so we could start our training, but she was nowhere to be found. buppy? buppy? where are you, buppy? come out, come out, wherever you are!

when i woke up from my nap yesterday, mama came to get me out of my bed. she was all dressed up and ready to go out. dada, too. then, a few seconds after i came downstairs, miss denise arrived. i cried and screamed and clung onto mama. mama thought i was just tired. miss denise thought i just didn’t want mama to leave. i guess it was a little of both. mama told me that she and dada were going out with their friends and that i was going to be the man of the house while they were gone. she said that i had to stay home to take care of miss denise and baby sister.

after the mini coffees, they all met up with maddie and malia’s parents (auntie alisa and uncle steve) to go to a kapalana concert. i know, you probably never heard of kalapana. mama says they’re the earth wind & fire of hawaii. to me, they just look like a bunch of old grandpas.

mama texted us a few times during the night to see how everyone was doing. i was doing a good job taking care of everyone.  mama ordered a pizza for me, and i shared it with miss denise.  baby sister wasn’t very hungry.  i think she’s getting her teeth, though, so i gave her a teething ring.  she kept wearing it like a bracelet, so i held it in front of her mouth so she could chew on it. tough job, i know. but these are the things that you do when you’re the man of the house.

mama and dada usually take me (and now, baby sister, too) everywhere.  but once a year, they go on a date night to celebrate their wedding anniversary.  they always pick fancy places that are not “kid-friendly”, and baby sister and i don’t get to go   on their anniversary last year, i stayed at home and miss denise came over to take care of me.  we had a great time hanging out together all night.

this year, we planned to have a big party at home when mama and dada went out.  it was me, baby sister, miss denise, and gung-gung.  we were having a great time and everything was fine until 9pm when baby sister got hungry.  miss denise made her a bottle, but she wouldn’t drink it.  we all tried to feed her, but she refused to eat.  so miss denise and gung-gung took turns holding her and walking around with her to try to get her to stop crying.  nothing worked.  i went to sleep at my normal bedtime (10pm), but baby sister waited up for mama to come home to feed her.  it’s a good thing that mama and dada didn’t know how upset baby sister was, otherwise they wouldn’t have enjoyed their date night.

when mama got home, she fed baby sister the bottle, and she drank it just fine.  uh oh.  if mama is the only one that can feed baby sister (breast or bottle) mama is never going to be able to leave her alone again.  i think we have a diva in the making.  and they say that i am the difficult one.

during the week, most of my friends go to daycare while i stay home with miss denise, my nanny.  we do fun stuff at home like coloring, reading, learning numbers and ABC’s, and playing with my toys.  we also go out every day to walk with koda, play with the ducks at the pond, and run around at the playground.

ever since baby sister came along, mama has been playing hooky from work and taking her out.  no fair!  i like staying home with miss denise, but i want to go out to fun places with mama, too!  so baby sister and i made a deal.  some days, i’ll stay home and mama will go out with baby sister.  and some days, baby sister will stay home with miss denise and mama will take me out on playdates.  good plan, right?  but then i remembered that most of my friends are in day care   but not edison!

today, edison and i met up at pump it up jr.  i had been there before for maddie’s 2nd birthday, and i hated all the bounce houses.  mama wasn’t expecting me to have much fun in the inflatables, but she figured that i could play on the slides and ride in the cozy coupes.  plus, it would be cool just to hang out with edison.  but guess what.  i had SOOO MUCH FUN!  edison and i climbed, slid, ran, and bounced all over the place.  what a blast!  and even after mama got kicked out of the inflatables (she wasn’t wearing socks, which is required for all jumpers) i ran around and played by myself.  mama couldn’t believe that i was having so much without her.

one of the best parts of the day was playing with the water fountain.  mama has never let me drink out of a water fountain before, but she didn’t have the energy to stop me, today.  i climbed up on the step stool, pressed the bar to turn it on, and stuck my face into the stream of water.  some of the water made it into my mouth, but most of it drenched my shirt.  mama had to take my shirt off and wring it out over the sink.  good times

edison and i had such a fun time today!  mid-week playdates are the best because all my local hotspots are less crowded than on the weekends.  so if anyone wants to play hooky from daycare, gimme a holler!

when mama saw the outfit that i was wearing this morning, she knew that i must have been really really bad.  apparently, a charcoal t-shirt w/ neon yellow urban design + green pajama pants w/ navy blue dinosaurs + fuzzy brown socks w/ baby blue stripes = a crime of fashion.  but how does that make me bad?  daddy is the one who put me in that mismatched outfit!

well, first lemme tell you about my daily schedule.  mama starts working early, and daddy doesn’t have to leave for work until 9:30am when miss denise (my nanny) arrives.  and mama always gets done working before daddy comes home.  so what that means is that daddy takes care of me in the morning.  he feeds me breakfast, changes me out of my pajamas, and gets me ready for my day with miss denise.  when miss denise leaves at 3pm, i am napping.  when i wake up from my nap, mama feeds me my afternoon snack, takes me (and koda) out somewhere fun, and then cooks my dinner.  after dinner, mama helps me get ready for bed (which includes bathtime and brushing teeth — yay!), reads books with me, and puts me to bed.

some of my friends’ nighttime routines include picking out clothes for the next day so that their daddies know what to dress them in.  i don’t know why, but mama doesn’t do that.  so that means daddy gets to pick my outfits every morning.  mama says that there is a high correlation between how well-matched my outfit is and how well-behaved i’ve been that morning.  i’m not sure what that means, but i’ve noticed that if i act cute, then daddy dresses me cute.  and if i act badly, then daddy dresses me badly.  that’s how mama knew that i was really bad this morning.  i mean, look at this outfit!  this is bordering on child abuse, dontcha think?

since today is daddy’s birthday, you’d think i would have been nicer to him, right?  but i was protesting because i heard that mama and daddy are going out for a fancy dinner tonight, and I’M NOT INVITED!  what’s up with that???

guess who went #2 in the potty today.  no silly, not daddy.  he uses the grown-up toilet.  i’m talking about in my potty.  i did!  i did!

everybody clapped and cheered — there was such a big celebration.  i wasn’t sure what all the excitement was about, but everyone was clapping, so i did too.  even koda came over to join the potty party.

i kept trying to grab my poo with my bare hands so that i could put it in the toilet, but mama and miss denise (my nanny) wouldn’t let me.  i did get to flush the toilet, though.  that was so exciting.  i’ve been wanting to do that for months!

i know you’re dying to see what my poo looked like.  i wanted to take a picture of it inside the potty (as proof to show daddy, or just a souvenir), but mama wouldn’t let me.  you’ll just have to take my word for it.

i hope koda doesn’t get any ideas about using my potty so that everyone will cheer for him.  although, that would be pretty cool if i could train him to use it, huh?  i think i’ll work on that

today, like every week day, miss denise took me to the park.  i always bring my bread, and i share it with the ducks and geese.  but today was a little different because mama and koda went to the park with us

usually, i just watch miss denise feed my bread to the birds.  she tosses little pieces on the ground and they gather all around us.  sometimes, the geese even snatch the bread right out of her hand and she says “no, not my faaanger!”  miss denise is so funny.  but she doesn’t let me feed the geese because she doesn’t want those aggressive suckers to bite my little fingers.

but i guess mama was not so concerned.  today, mama put a piece of bread in my hand so that i could lure the birds out of the pond.  are you kidding me?  i don’t have fingers to spare! so before those geese had a chance to eat me, i stuffed all the bread into my mouth.  then, just for good measure, i unleashed koda and let him at ‘em.  he chased all the birds away real fast.  yaaay koda! — my personal bodyguard.

over the weekend, mommy and daddy went out without me — for the first time ever!  mommy felt a little anxious and guilty for leaving me, but i told her that it was about time.  it has been over 10 months, and she and daddy haven’t been out on a date night.  (and last weekend doesn’t really count because they went to a wedding.)  at first, i was mad that i wasn’t going to get to go with them, but then i realized what it could mean.  PAR-TAY at my house!

i invited miss denise to my party, and she agreed to come and bring her teenage daughter.  woohoo!  they couldn’t make it until an hour after mommy and daddy left, so gung-gung (who has been living at our house lately) and i pre-partied by ourselves.  mommy and daddy were a tiny bit concerned that gung-gung wouldn’t be able to keep up with me since i’m such a party animal, but i promised to take it easy on him.  we mostly just hung out and had some quality grandpa/grandson bonding time.

once the party got jumping, it was a huge success.  mommy made some special food and drinks for me just for that night: shredded sweet potato-infused chicken with avocado, fresh nectarines over cinnamon-spiced d’anjou pears, and virgin kahlua and breastmilk to drink.  i offered some to my guests, but they preferred to munch on the cookies that daddy made.  oh well.  more for me

i had such a good time at my party that i passed out while everyone was still at my house.  i guess i’m not a very good host.  but i had a lot of fun at home without mommy and daddy.  and from the looks of their photos, they had fun without me, too.  we should do this more often.

logan, next time our parents party together, we should party together too!

since the beginning of the month, both mommy and daddy have been working. and even though mommy works from home once in awhile (okay… most of the time), she has to concentrate on work and can’t give me her undivided attention. so i got a nanny!

gung-gung told me about a theory that boys who have nannies grow up to be cheaters. apparently, it introduces the concept of the “other woman” who cares for and caters to their physical needs. hmmm… it’ll be a few years before we can validate this theory. but in the meantime, miss denise (our nanny) is here to stay.

here are the top 10 reasons why we love having a nanny:

10)  i get to stay home with mommy and koda. my nap/sleep schedule, meals, and all the developmental changes that i’m going through are a little bit easier because i am in familiar surroundings.

9)  her hours are flexible. so if daddy has to go to work early, or if mommy has a late meeting, miss denise just hangs out with me for a little bit longer. or, if mommy finishes work early, miss denise just goes home early.

8)  i get one-on-one attention. this is especially important now that i am crawling around super fast and trying to walk everywhere (and falling down often, and hard). this also means that i get to go on walks around the neighborhood and to the park.

7)  i make my own schedule. i nap when i’m tired, i eat when i’m hungry, and my diaper gets changed as soon as it’s dirty.

6)  when i am napping, miss denise plays with koda and takes him on walks.

5)  miss denise is a germaphobe. she keeps my exersaucers, my play area, my high chair, and all my toys super clean and free of koda hair.

4)  when mommy is not around, miss denise helps me (and koda) write emails and send text messages to her so that she knows we’re thinking of her.

3)  miss denise is very respectful of the way that mommy and daddy want to raise me, but she offers excellent advice based on her experience raising her own 4 kids (including a set of triplets!).

2)  mommy gets to see all my “firsts”

1)  and most importantly… if i grow up to be a womanizer, it won’t be my fault!

when i was still inside mommy’s tummy, she took me on airplane trips to fun places like austin, seattle, dallas, and san diego.  i was traveling with her up until 6 weeks before i was born!  but lately, we haven’t gone anywhere.  sure, we go on fun car trips, but i haven’t been on an airplane since my birthday.

yesterday, mommy had to go to work in dallas.  i wanted to go with her, and even daddy wanted me to go with her, but she said no.  so instead of flying out the night before her meeting, she flew to dallas and back in the same day.  crazy, huh?  mommy left the house at 4:30am and got home just before midnight.  she says that she scheduled it that way to make things easier for daddy, but i think the truth is that she didn’t want to be away from me overnight.  since mommy usually works from home, yesterday was the first time she was away from me for more than 3 hours.

i missed having mommy around, but i had a  good time playing with my nanny and koda all day long.   i even wrote mommy 2 emails and texted her a photo of myself so that she would know that i was thinking about her.  koda was a copydog and he wrote mommy an email too.

when daddy came home from work, we got to hang out for a couple of hours before my bedtime.  everyone thought that daddy was going to have such a hard time taking care of me all by himself, but he handled it like a pro.  in fact, i think we should have more one-on-one guy-bonding time!  we texted mommy a photo so she wouldn’t feel left out of all the fun we were having without her.

we all made it through the day okay.  i didn’t eat very much though, cuz milk just doesn’t taste the same coming out of a bottle.  daddy says the same thing about diet coke.  i think mommy had the roughest time out of all of us.  she had to pump milk throughout the day so that she could continue to make milk for me.  when the old TSA agent questioned her about her breast pump and battery pack, mommy offered to demo it for him   haha, she’s so funny!  the worst part of it all was that mommy couldn’t even save the the milk that she pumped.  she had to flush it down the toilet.  waaah!  that’s my foooood!

when mommy came home at midnight, i was zonked out.  but when i woke up for my next feeding, i was sooo happy to see her that i didn’t want to go back to sleep — i wanted to stay awake all night and spend time with mommy.  so i did.

i hear that kids my age often have separation anxiety, but i think that mommies get bad cases of it, too.  i wonder what will happen next week when mommy has to go to work in austin for 2 WHOLE DAYS.  eek!!!