Big Boy

Mommy has been telling me that I am "such a big boy" a lot lately...I wonder what's up? There have been a lot of developments in my life that make her say that. I have had my first lollipop after a particularly harrowing experience (yes, I am 2.5 and I know the word "harrowing"...): I had blood drawn for my 24 month checkup. Boy, was THAT scary. And it hurt! Daddy held me on his lap, and mommy went to get sick in the bathroom... Here's me with my reward:

After that, one day, I fell at school and got a bad cut. The doctor told mommy to take me to a plastic surgeon, who said that he'd have to operate if he was going to put stitches in. Mommy is so smart. She asked the doctor what he would do if I were his son (she read this in a magazine), ahd he said he'd put neosporine on it and a band-aid. So that's what she did. I am a tough guy now, and have a neat scar that daddy says will make the girls think I am bad-*ss...whatever THAT means.

Next on the list of big boy things is that I go pee pee on the potty every night before my bath. Here's me, checking out the Main Line salary issue of Main Line today, so I can start thinking about my career. Nah, daddy just gave me the magazine to hold because he thought it was funny...and mommy said that we had to have something to cover my "nudie" if she was going to take a picture and post it on Facebook.

THEN! I got my own BIG BOY ROOM and BIG BOY BED! Mommy is so proud of me, and I am too! I can get out whenever I want and walk around, and throw my books out into the hall. Sometimes, I even get them over the railing so they fall downstairs, scaring mommy and daddy. What fun! Here's me and daddy in my new room.

And here's my latest school picture.