Old pics again

And nothing to say again.

Colors.

Rich and royal

just like me.

Spoiled

OK, Mom, I'll pose. Just for you.
But seeing as it's my birthday, you'd better make it quick!


That was one good-enough one, so I'm outta here!
(Can't say I didn't warn you, Mom!)


Being one is so much fun!!

Every one knows that youngest children are always spoiled.:p With us, this is no exception. Daniel, after all, ought to be given as much opportunity as possible to turn out "normal"(spoiled). In order to nurture this, we decided he ought to be the first one to have a first birthday present. Nathan, Melanie, and Matthew were all ripped off at a year, but darling Daniel, he gets the prize!


Daniel: Nice teddies, but what are they good for?
Maybe I should make them fall on the floor?


Daniel: What makes them think I need help? I guess I'll have to help them on their birthday's then!


rrrrriiiiiiippppppp
Daniel: This is kinda fun!
(Usually Mom puts me in bed for ripping paper!)


Why do they keep shoving this silly string into my hand for?


Hah! I got it.
All for me!
Watch out windows, here I come!

Giggle fits

I brought out the magnet letters, hoping the kids might have some educational fun without realizing it. Once again, my expectations are set much too high! I try to get them started, only to have Nathan and Melanie trying hard to sound out "bum". Nathan had "bam" and the mistake just got their goats.
"It needs a "U"" says I.
(Nathan makes "baum".)
"What does it say now, Mom?
"Baum."
Nathan and Melanie:
"GIGGLE GIGGLE!"

In an attempt to divert them, I spell another body part, "hand."
That isn't exciting enough.
So I show how I can change the word with one letter.
"Now what does it spell?" I ask.
(I end up sounding it out for them.)
"Handy."

Thinking this is a fun game, they decide to try it.
"Handy." Says Nathan, calmly.
"Randy." Says he, again.
"I can make "handy" into "randy"!"
"Then you'll need an "r"" says I.

"Now what does it say?" asks Nathan.
"Sound it out." I say. (Education! think I! He's learning!)
After a while, I have to help him sound it out properly-as in, read it for him.

"Hnrdy!" giggles Nathan.
"Hnrdy!" giggles Melanie.

(Mommy Roze sighs deeply and gets back to her work.)

And what do you know, they eventually get there!

Notice how enthralled Melanie is!
Nothing like a big brother to help you in your silliness!

"Look Mom, we did it!"
"Now it says Randy!"

Crappy Birthday

For his birthday Daniel gets

to cut two of his first molars
a fever
and a flu.

Birthday Boy!!

One year old!
Give or take a day.
Where did the year go?
What was accomplished by me that year?
Why aren't my Mom and Dad still here to baby me?


Oh, right
-the birthday boy.

Daniel is such a

pleasure
treasure
frustrating trouble-maker

walker
talker
(yell-er)

toddler
cuddly baby
wiggly squirmer,

and he looks just like me when he's tired.

I really love the way he points and talks and yells to copy what we say and demands for things in a yelling sort of talking voice and how he grins and runs away from me when he really should be listening and

he drives me crazy 'cause he hardly ever listens.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DANIEL!

Budding Artist

Daniel feels he's a very talented individual. Born with much skill, his artistic side is no exception, and (according to him), is far more developed that other children his age (and those older).


He finds himself especially adept at adding finishing touches to other people's works of art. There is the added pleasure of hearing people complain (squawk loudly) if they weren't prepared to admit their own masterpiece was anything but perfection, and did not want any revisions or additions made.


Unfortunately, Daniel's appetite for art is not always satiated with merely delving in a bit of drawing. To really get into a project, he likes to sample his materials,
(that red stuff in his mouth includes more than just his tongue)


unfortunately, his mother does not approve of this.
Thus, the early development of his skills are ended.
(As well as his chalk snack.)

Matthew's version

It's been so long, that I forget the all-important things I was going to say about Matthew.
Sorry.