Smells like baby spirit!

So mom weighed me the other day. 28 pounds. She says I'm a big boy, and it must be true, because I've been sleeping in a big boy bed for a few weeks now. I also have a big boy bike; I even went potty in the toilet once! No, going in the toilet isn't a normal thing yet, but cut me some slack; I'm not even 2 yet! Dad built me my own bookcase a couple weeks ago. It's so great, all my books are in it, and I have a couple of chairs my size where I sit and read, just like dad does. Another new thing happened this past week: I fell down and scraped my knee, and mom put a bandaid on it. It felt weird, but she said it would help my owie get better. It seems to have worked.

You know what I love? Tractors. Tractors are so awesome. I've been seeing them everywhere! I wish I had one. Well, I have a little John Deere tractor that Grandma and Grandpa gave me, but it doesn't move by itself, and mom won't let me sit on it anyway. I also love being outside. I've been practicing my climbing skills, and I'm pretty good at getting up and down the ladders on the swing set. Abby doesn't get to play outside like I do, because she's only a little baby. Mom said she weighs 15 pounds, and that that's quite a bit for a 3 month old, but I'm still bigger than her. I can almost go down the slide by myself! And Abby does things like drool and cry if she's been lying on her tummy too long. Mom puts her in my exer-saucer to play sometimes, but she won't put me in there! If I want to play in it, I have to climb in myself! Otherwise, Abby's alright. She's pretty cute when she bounces in the johnny jump up. She likes to make noises. She can't say words like I can, but she talks quite a bit. She likes it when I give her a kiss before she goes to bed. I think it will be fun someday when she can run around like me.