Noises in our new house.

Well we have officially moved in and are starting to get settled in South Carolina. I'm not going to lie to you; you have tested my patience so much in the last month! With us in transition and Dad already in South Carolina working, it was an interesting time. Let's just say that nap and bedtime have not been fun for a long time. However, we are slowly but surely getting back into our routine. You love your new house! You play in your playroom all the time and love having a yard and cul-de-sac to play in and ride your scooter and bike!  You've been making all kinds of good noises in our new house with cute sayings and songs. I'm putting three videos in this post. One is of you singing Uncle Mitch's "Blame it on the Parkinson's" song (well just the don't blame it on the whiskey part). The second is one of the many songs you make up and play the piano to lately. Lastly I'm posting some of your recent phrases. I had to prompt you to get you to say them, so they aren't quite as good as when you walk around the house saying them naturally, but they are still precious (I don't know to= I don't know how to; I'm just bartending= I'm just pretending; I'm not going to do that= same as it sounds, but so cute with your inflection; and let me tell you a question= let me ask you a question).

When I grow up...

For the last month or so, you've been saying that you want to be "an airplane driver" when you get big.  You set up airplanes wherever you are and drive them making the cutest sounds, including the best brake sound in the world! Dad and I know that you can do anything you put your mind to whether it's a pilot or artist or teacher or doctor or anything else! We wonder what you'll chose?!?