Big Lego Block

If Cayman could write, this post would probably go something like this...

Daddy calls this a Lego Block... Miss Jodi let me bring it home from therapy. I like her. Sometimes I pull her hair. Mommy tells me no. Mommy tells me no a lot about that. Grandma lets me. I don't see what's the big deal. It doesn't hurt me.

Oh yeah, I was telling you about my Lego block.

I use it as a table sometimes.

See...

Mommy tries to get me to stack the cups but I only like to throw them. I don't see what's the big deal. Grandma lets me throw them.

And sometimes Mommy sits me on the edge of the Lego Block. I don't like my feet to hang over the side. So...

I scoot myself back.

Ah, that's more comfy.

I can stand on my knees real good too.

See...

Mommy gave me a book to look at. I bet Grandma would have given me candy to eat.

And here's one that Mom just showed me how to do...

She gave me a boost up onto the Lego Block... and then tried to show me how to crawl up onto the couch. But I told her "I can do this myself."

Watch me go...

I can get myself turned around..

See how big I am!I love sitting on the couch. Sitting on the floor, no way, that's for babies.

But this has to be the best use for the Lego block... Mommy turns it upside down and it becomes a comfy bed for me to watch, what's that show called that always starts out with the colorful caterpillar crawling across the screen? That's what I like to watch. And my mom gives me chocolate milk to drink.

Ah, I've got the best mommy!