well that was NO fun!

The older people around here spared me extra doctor visits for a while.  It was nice.  I still had to go see Dr. ColdHands, and I still think she is nice even if the mean lady there insists on giving me shots when Dr. ColdHands leaves the room.  At my 15 month check up she decided that we should go to an Allygust or something like that {Editors Note: Allergist}.

Less than 5 minutes into the test I was already
reacting a bunch.  It got worse, but
Mommy was too busy keeping me from itching
to take any pictures.

At first I was like nooooo way man!  But then Mommy explained that my headaches, stuffy nose, cough, and all that crud ... well this doctor may be able to fix that.  She also said that this doctor might tell us that I could relax on the whole "no milk" thing.  I don't know if we have told you this before or not, but at some point back in the day when I was still covered with those sores and throwing up all the time it was decided that I might have a milk allergy.  I got better when I stopped encountering any cow juice, so we thought that was the end of it.  Lots of kids outgrow their milk allergies, so we figured we talk to the doctor about that.

So we went today.  It was a mixture of fun and totally not-fun-ness.

The good parts:

•  I got to be topless (I am completely over the anti-naked thing I had as a baby by the way)
• I got to run around a doctors office and push the little rolly stool the doctors usually sit on!
• Mommy felt bad for me later and spoiled me rotten with a new toy truck!

low score wins? Um, oops!

The bad parts:

• They poked my back and made me super duper itchy!!!

As it turns out, I have not outgrown the whole cow juice allergy.  In fact, the worst score they can give you is a five ... and I had a five for cow juice.

I also had a five for eggs.

And peanuts.

And walnuts.

Seriously, what is with that?  I have never even had a stinking nut -- which from what the doctor said is probably a good thing.  But I mean really, can't a guy catch a break?  Why do I need more allergies?

spinning the chair and throwing my
pirates around while I wait

The doctors -- oh I forgot to tell you, there were two of them and they were both SO funny! -- said that like 80% of kiddos grow out of the whole milk and egg allergy thing.  But only like 20% or less of the nut one.  So I might have a nut allergy for always, and apparently they stink to have.

The good news is that the doctors said I don't have any serious weed or pollen allergies, yet.  Mommy says that means I can pick weeds, but that doesn't sound like a good thing to me.

So now my parents are reading upon nutty allergies and say we have to be a little careful as we introduce new foods with me.  I am not allowed to eat anything that Mommy doesn't read up on first, which really doesn't bother me too much because I am still uber picky about food and don't want to try much new stuff anyway.

They did give my parents some medicine to try to make all my stuffies go away.  Hopefully it will make it so my head and ears hurt less, and I don't throw up snot.  Throwing up stinks as is, throwing up snot really stinks.

So that updates you on my appointment for today.  I am off to go play with my truck and let Mom use the computer for nutty research.

18 months of awesome

Sheesh, we have been slacking lately, haven't we?

Its not like things have been uneventful.  On the contrary, tons of stuff has been going on 'round these parts.

Mommy told me this morning that she really wants us to blog again.  So I made her hop on here and do the typing for me.

We will try to keep up more, but real quick a couple snaps so you can see how totally awesome I am.  Still. Heck, I am even more awesome than I was before.

Lets get these out of the way.  My mom still thinks taking pictures of me while I sleep is soooo funny.

I was just hugging my Elmo when I dozed off ... but it wasn't totally comfy ...

Ah yes, much better. 

This is me on my Mickey couch in my room.  Everyone looks like that when they sleep on a couch.

Turns out I LOVE my Gramps' boat!

Floating in the water with my Daddy and brother was pretty awesome too.

I love, love, love blocks.  Particularly Duplos.  This was a Duplo race car, and my lap times were awesome. We didn't get to bring it home, but I am working on building my own.  

Huge Sun Devil fan here, games are a lot of fun.

I even watch some parts of it.  Football is certainly interesting with all that falling.  

This is me showing Daddy around the tailgating area. 

I still hate my own shoes, but I enjoy wearing just about anyone else's.  

I think this is very practical.

I totally rock my sunglasses though.

Even at night.  

I can very successfully count to two right now.  Mommy keeps pushing me to involve three, but I figure I am not even two yet, so I am already ahead of the game.  Three and beyond, well it really isn't that important yet.  (P.S. That picture was taken in Mexico.  Yup, I am a world travelin' baby now!)

I have a superpower.  I can make my Daddy do anything.  He is pretty darn awesome.

Maybe that's where I get it from?

Things I can do

I am full of surprises.  You might expect that me being only one I can only do baby-type things.  Not so. 

I can explore wild life and discover geckos!

I can concentrate reeeaaaaly hard. 
You have to stick your tongue out for that.

I can rescue drowning frog puppets

I can play with the steering wheel on my play park

I can even drive a boat!
(In the backyard, on a trailer. 
I can't tow the thing to a lake yet on my own, working on it.)

I can also walk, say "ball," know how to push buttons to make all my toys sing at the same time, can play along with the "If you're happy and you know it" song, and will help the Little Einsteins launch Rocket by patting my lap and raising my arms on cue.  Yeah, I rock.

my feet!!!

I love my feet. This is why I take the whole Piggy Prison thing sooo personally. I have heard that I have stinky feet. Psshh, whatevs. 

I think they taste good!
And, this tickles!

If you're happy and you know it
clap your feet!

Whoa, look at the pruney feet!

They may be ticklish, and they may even be a bit on the stinky side already ... but I love my feet!

shoes ... why?

I have heard that for an adorably perfect baby I have apparently fatter than normal feet.  Eh, maybe all the other babies just have scrawny feet?

Now that I am walking Mommy and Daddy seem to think that I need to wear these things they call shoes.  I call them Piggy Prisons. 

Seriously, there can be nothing good about these things except the fact they tickle like crazy when the parents put them on me. 

I deal with the socks, but up until recently no one could find shoes that could actually stay on my chunky monkey feet. 

Then Grandma and Grandpa had to send these. 

They fit, and it takes me all of like 5 minutes to get them off.  Not fast enough, so I have developed a detailed Piggy Prison Escape Plan Endurace Training Schedule.  I kick off training tomorrow and will hopefully shave 4 minutes and 55 seconds off of my shoe-kick-off within the next two weeks.  Yeah, its an intense plan, but I can handle it. 

zzzzzzzz

Ever since the day Mommy drew on me while I was sleeping I always get a bit worried when she says she got "the best picture ever" of me while I was sleeping.  Apparently her desire to photograph me in embarrassing slumber doesn't always require drawing on me, but I do give her lots of opportunities to catch me resting my eyes.

Lately I have been loving my Baby Prison, AKA the Gulag.  Daddy felt bad for me that it was small, so he added the extra panels so it is bigger and oh my gowrsh it is totally awesome now.  I can run back and forth, play with toys, and have a lot of fun in there.  But sometimes a guy has to get some rest ... and that is when my Mom gets her paparazzi on.

I got her good with this one, she actually checked
to see if I was breathing still 

I stole Micah's pillow, and was just cuddling
with it for a second

 I also take naps in my car seat still.  Here I am with my new football.  Incidentally, guess what my first word is ... BALL!

Hey, I'm even in my jammies here!

Micah sneaking a kiss while I was snoozin'

After my birthday party I was sooo pooped!

Mommy says this is one of her faves ever.  

12 month check up

No more "Age: 0" for this dude!

I was all down with this one thing until this morning when Mommy was all "Oh we have such a busy day today Kelly ..." then she tried to slip past me this little tidbit: They make babies come back to the doctor when they turn one!

Say whaaat????

The good news -- I am huge.  I am 31 3/8 inches tall, 21.8 pounds, and have a 19 inch head.  That's 90th percentile in height and head circumference, wooo hooo!  The doc talked to Mommy about some ways to make me food to drink and we will see if I like that better.  She wasn't worried about my not wanting to eat, but said we need to make sure my Ironman levels stay high.  Mommy says she said just "iron" but I know better.

They also talked about my allergies because appart from my skin being all sorts of annoying I am like a total snot factory lately.  Daddy says he totally understands, and given how often he sneezes and blows his nose I am betting he does get it.  But I will point this out, no one takes the snot sucker to his nose.  Maybe that would help him?

Can we go to Ikea, like, NOW?

Anywho, I was having all sorts of fun playing with the doctor's bead thing (I checked the tag out, they have it at Ikea and I am totally making the parents go get me one!) and listening to them talk about how I am a walking rock star and all that when my Spidey Sense started to tingle.  They were discussin' vaccinations.  I know that is just some fancy pants word for poking my leg but it was too late to escape, I can't reach the dang door handles in the office.

I will give them this, they were honest about it because usually they are all "this won't hurt a bit!" but I don't see them getting stabby on their leg fat so we all know that is just something they say, not mean.  But today the lady who gave me the shot said that the MMR one straight up hurt.  She apologized a bunch of times, and was quick about it, then Mommy cuddled me and got us out of there, so it wasn't awful but I wouldn't say I liked it!

On the way out I saw a fish and asked if I could play with it, which I thought was a totally reasonable thing to ask since they had just shot some painful goo into my legs.  But Mommy said you don't play with fish like you do with dogs or toys.  Says who?!