Hello again!

Sorry for not writing much lately! I've been busy talking. I'm a lot like my mom in that regard. Mom says my language is exploding again, as my sentences are getting longer and I'm finally using "I" and "you" on a more regular basis. Whatever that means.

My mom and I went to the States for a very short visit. Here's my summary of the trip that I am happy to tell whoever asks: "I went on a 747 to Virginia. I went on another 747 back to England. See GaGa and PaPa. Go to Clyde's!" Yes, I love Clyde's. They have a children's

menu and crayons and toy cars and airplanes that I get to keep. This time, I batted my eyelashes at the hostess way across the room and she came over to our table with four cars and three airplanes for me before we left! Here you can see some of the various models I've gotten from Clyde's over the years I've been going there.

Last Saturday we went out to dinner with my godmother Auntie Jacqui and some of her friends and family to celebrate her birthday. As you probably know, I'm now two years old. When GaGa had a birthday recently, I told her she was three. She liked that idea. I realized she was a bit older than me, so that's how I came up with three when they asked me how old she was. As for Auntie Jacqui, I decided she must be a bit younger than GaGa, so I told her she was one. I was giving her a big birthday hug and kiss when I suddenly stopped, looked at her, patted her face, and said out of the blue, "God made you special!" Wow, she was thrilled! She and Mom just stood there with their mouths open. What a nice thing to say to someone on their birthday, I was told. Mom was having theological musings about my declaration and the significance of the doctrine of creation. Then Auntie Jacqui put me back down on the floor and I skipped off saying, "That's what the tomato says!" What tomato? This Tomato! Okay, I've only seen parts of this DVD maybe twice and that was weeks ago, but it obviously made an impression on me!