What's Up With These Wackos?

So, I was 17 months and life was good. I would go visit Miss Vickie 3 times per week and hang out in her comfy house with a couple other kids, including my buddy Nolan. And the dog, Candy, let me grab her face and pull on it, which was just awesome. Mom would pick me up and we'd hang at home, walk to the park, eat some nuggets, run up and down the driveway waiting for dad to come home and call it a day. That was my routine. And I liked it. I was a happy dude.

Now I'm 18 months and let me tell ya, my routine disappeared and I am STILL trying to figure out where it went. Miss Vickie must have moved or got sick of me attacking Candy, because I haven't seen her in over two weeks. Instead, I get dropped off at this crazy place with tons of other kids with runny noses. Dad plops me in a table that has seats built in it with the other kids and then takes off. Does he realize that I don't know these people?

Miss Laura is my teacher and I guess she's pretty cool. She makes me put my fingers in paint and glue and I don't know why that's necessary, but whatever. As long as she hangs my pictures from the ceiling, I'm cool with it. Here's the best part....they lay these mats on the ground all over the room and want us to sleep! No crib, no pack n play, nothing. I'm super tired from the chaos that is my day, so I just decided right off the bat that I'd take advantage of the less than comfy accomodations and just sleep. Then we have crackers and juice and play outside and usually Mom comes to get me. Sometimes I act excited to see her, but I'm still a little peeved about the whole situation, so other times I act like I don't really care.

To top off the whole circus of this new place they call "day care," Mom takes me to this wierd house every day. It has all my stuff in it, so that's pretty good, but I think Mom and Dad are a bit confused about where our real house is. We haven't gone home now for over a week, so I'm getting used to this new place and I'll admit that I dig it. It has a lot of open spots that I can run around, flail my arms and say "wee." That's what I like to do. And they bought me what we call the "Mile High Swing" and it's pretty awesome. I've been able to play in these huge boxes and help put furniture together. Those screw things were pretty tough to get inside the holes, but I did a pretty good job for a little kid.

I'm saying "wee" here. Again, it's what I like to do.

My fantastic Nanna came to pay attention to me while Mom and Dad ditched me. She is the best! Mom was a bit uptight and ran around like there were fires all over the place. Then she got sick and laid on the floor with me for 2 days while I played. That was just what I needed!

Anyway, that's whats been happening around here. It's all cool now, but I tell ya, it was a whirlwind for a while there. So help me if they move my stuff to another new house again.