I am 33 months old today.
When Mimz took me to school I got out of the car, put on my backpack and happily walked into to school.  Miss Janet was there but I still cried.  No one understands why I have started doing this.
I took a good nap for Mimz and when I woke up, I walked to the sofa, laid down and went back to sleep.  It was after 5pm when I did wake up, so Mommy stopped and picked me up on her way home from work. 
Mommy and I stopped to see Grandma at the scrapebooking place.  This was the first time I had been there and the ladies all said I was a cute as my pictures.  I was well behaved and a little shy
I have not been very good at catching a ball beause I close my eyes when the ball is headed my way.  I am starting to get better about keeping my eyes sort of open.  I just need a little more time and practice.
I am imaginative.  Today I pretended that Fireman Joe was going to get donuts and it was raining.  I often make up these little stories when I play.
I fell down once and said, "I am fine.  My feet just got mixed up."
Mommy and Barbara always keep the fortune cookies they get with Chinese take-out food for me in the sliverware drawer.  Sometimes I look in that drawer and see them and then I have them as a treat.