Practice Makes Perfect

Aside from all of the excitement of crazy holidays, street fairs, and the crazy weather (cold, warm, cold warm), I have been spending days practicing new words and eating/drinking. In the mornings when relaxing with our milk in the big bed, Mommy helps Cora drink all of her milk out of her cup by taking off the top. I have decided that by doing this, you can get more milk, so I have been asking Mommy for help getting the rest of the milk out of my cup. Sometimes I make a mess when the milk dribbles out the side of my mouth, but each day I get better and better. Before I know it, I'll be drinking out of a big kid cup just like Cora. Speaking of big kids cups, I've also gotten tall enough to reach inside the silverware drawer to pick out a utensil for eating. I've been choosing grown up forks to eat my meals - it's probably not the most ideal utensil, but it is helping immensely with my hand-mouth coordination.
As I mentioned, there have been some great excuses to eat candy and cookies and get lots of great presents. Valentine's Day brought Valentine's in the mail, while Mardi Gras allowed me to walk down the street with a balloon pirate sword. Too bad it popped less than 20 minutes after I got it. I actually think I waited longer for the balloon than actual time with my balloon. Oh well. It was fun while it lasted.
As a note to anyone concerned: the pooping on the potty was a short-lived fad. It is no longer fun and I prefer to stay away from it for now. The screaming that ensues when Mommy asks me if I want to go on the potty is similar to all other meltdowns caused by me not getting my way. Or Cora taking something from me, or having to go inside when I don't want to come in, or having to get out of the bathtub, or stop brushing my teeth, wanting more milk. The list goes on and on. I have one explanation. I'm almost two.