Not My Best Few Days

I got hurt with my purple plane on Thursday. I got poked right in the eye. It hurt a lot.
Then they made me put drops in my eyes. I hate those!
At least I got a lot of M&M's out of the deal! :)

Then, I barfed last night. And pooped on Mommy & Daddy's bed. Not a great night.

But, there was a full moon last night, and we had a dance party on the roof, followed by bedtime stories under the moon. So, there are some bright spots.
Oh, and the food cart at the Vineyard had momos yesterday for the third week in a row! Score! But, Jerry the dog was grumpy, and he's about the only dog in all of this country that I'm allowed to pet. :(

I Love the Moon

What's not to love? I love the moon. I want to fly there. I love to look at it. I love to talk about it. Dad says that when it isn't in the sky here that Grandpa and Grandma can see it!
It's in a good spot in the sky right now right before my bedtime, so I've gotten some good moon-watching time the past few days and even bedtime stories under the moon a few times. Good stuff.

I am making some friends, and I even saw a couple of them in a shop yesterday. I like the shop because it has all kinds of exciting things to touch and see. Mom seems tired after she takes me to the shop.
I like to ride in taxis here.
I do NOT like the wipes here. They stink. And hurt. The diapers aren't too nice either. Mom and Dad said there's a way I could be done with them, if I want to, but the toilets here are also not so good.
I've become quite fond of bananas.
I like to say new words. There are so many words to say!
I went to the zoo last week with my new friend Titus, and he says a lot of words. A random man grabbed me to have me in his picture. I didn't like that.
I like bucket baths again now.