My name is Camille Jeannette Coleman. I was born July 11th, 2004, so I’ll be turning 4 this summer. This is my web page. You can read about me where you’ll learn how I’ve been growing up, or you can check out some of my interests. For lots of pictures and movies about me, be sure to visit our Photos & Movies page.
Here's a cartoon Mom drew of me.
My favorite singer is Shakira. (I guess my mom may have had some influence on me there.) Follow the link above to check out some pictures, songs, and music videos I especially enjoy.
I love to watch my “Big Bird” video and sing and dance along. Follow the link above to visit a fun website for kids like me.
Everytime Dad’s on the computer, I beg and beg him to watch Homestar flicks. Follow the link above to visit the Homestar Runner website.
Click on the picture above to read the book Mom made for me for my 2nd birthday.
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24 Dec 2004
I was born July 11th, 2004 in Bountiful, Utah. My Mom and Dad were sure anxious for me to arrive, and though I was a lot of hard work from the start, they couldn’t help but fall head over heels for me. When I was born I weighed 7 lbs 14 oz, and was 20 inches long. First off I had to figure out how to breathe—that came kinda natural. Then I had to figure out how to eat. That was a little tougher, but I eventually got the hang of it. Now I’m a pro!
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Right away I knew I had Mom wrapped around my tiny little finger. I knew exactly how to melt her heart and get my way. It was easy. All I had to do was look cute, and she was mine! I’m also figuring Daddy out. Smiles get him every time. Mom and Dad sure love me. I can tell ‘cause they talk to me and play with me all the time, and are trying their best to learn how to take super good care of me so I’m happy and healthy. I think they can tell I appreciate them. I’m still pretty young, but I can tell you I love this world. There are so many cool things to look at, and to touch and put in my mouth. I love to play and make noises and laugh, and I especially like people to look at me and talk to me. It’s amazing how grown adults will act in public just to get a smile out of me. They can get pretty silly, lemme tell ya. Sometimes I like to hold out and keep a straight face for a long time, just to see how far I can get them to go. I sure enjoy being cute. |
But don’t get me wrong, life isn’t all just fun and games. It’s a lot of hard work! You wouldn’t believe all there is to learn. I put a lot of time and energy into taking it all in, learning how to use my little body to get things done.
I can sit up for a really long time now, so my back is really strong. And I’m working on moving around on the floor by myself. That’s a little frustrating right now. I know what I want to do, but I can’t quite do it yet!
When people are talking to me, I know it’s playtime, but when Mom and Dad hand me a toy, then I know it’s time to get serious. They all have to be shaken super hard for a long time. I may get tired, but ya gotta do what ya gotta do. And I’m the best shaker there is, so I guess that's why people give the toys to me—they know I’ll get the job done.
I’ve recently learned how to click my tongue, say “na-na-na” and, my personal favorite, blow raspberries. I’ve started laughing out loud a lot more, because I’ve noticed that Mommy and Daddy really like it. And seeing them happy really gets me happy. All in all—life is good.
29 Jan 2005
I'm happy. I know how to pattycake now, and I spend lots of time everyday practicing. I love to hold onto someone's fingers and walk around. I also have some pretty sweet pull-up skills. I may look chubby with my cheeks, but I'm a honed muscle machine.
Me and Mom love to laugh together. We always try to see who can laugh the loudest. She sings to me a lot, and I like to sing along, though I can never seem to get the notes exactly right. Dad and I like to play, too. He swings me around in the air and slides me along surfaces. It's so fun!
Mom and Dad took me to see the movie The Phantom of the Opera a few weeks ago. I was so entranced by it, I sat forward in Mom's lap, glued to the screen. Must have been the music. It was a late show, so I eventually had to fall asleep. But I tried as long and hard as I could to stay awake to watch and listen. I sure like music.
31 Mar 2005
Guess who's walking?! I'm not very fast at it yet, but I've been taking little steps. Mom and Dad taught me how to stand up on my own a month or so ago, and I've gotten really good at that. Then about a week and a half ago, I ventured to try scooting one foot forward. My left foot seems a little more sure than my right, so I prefer to use that one more. As a result I sometimes just go in a little circle. But I'm getting better.
I can pull myself up now, so lately I've gotten quite a few bumps and bruises losing my balance and bumping into whatever I pulled myself up with. I've also been practicing doing other things while I stand to improve my balance, such as playing pattycake, doing knee bends, and shaking toys. I see other kids learning to walk who just take reckless steps until they fall. Not me, Charlie! My focus is balance. If I start losing it, I stop moving, stand still, and find my center again. I hate falling down!
I'm starting to understand more words now and what they mean. I certainly know my name, and I can tell when I'm about to get into trouble by the way Mom says it. (Don't tell her this, but she's really not warning me, she's just letting me know when I'm getting close to something fun. When I hear that tone in her voice, I move forward with extra determination!) I know what "kiss" means, and if you ask me for one you'll get a big wet open-mouthed one right on the cheek. I also know "bye-bye" and will wave when I hear it.
One thing I do that seems to charm people is what Mom and Dad call "barking." When I'm interested in something I make a little "woof" sound at it. I really do mean something by it, but no one can quite figure out what my meaning is. So they usually just imitate me. It's great what I can get grown people to do just for a little attention from me.
15 Oct 2005
I know what you're thinking—my mom's a slacker! I'm practically a grown-up already, and she hasn't written a word in months. But this has been a busy year. We moved, Mom and Dad both got new jobs, and I'm running them ragged. So Mommy has definitely had her hands full, and she's the only one who can tell you my story here. So be patient with her.
Okay, well a ton has been going on with me, as you can imagine. I've totally got the walking thing down, and I'm a pretty good runner now. Sometimes I'm a little over-enthusiastic, and try to do too much at once. Then I start tripping and falling, or bumping into things. It's not unusual to see me slam head-on into a wall or shelf at the store, there's so much to take my focus off of balance and direction. Usually this is when I hear Dad laugh and say something about me having inherited Mom's clumsy streak.
I sure am a growing girl. When I went to the doctor in July for my 1-year check-up, he said I am in the 50th percentile for weight (exactly average among kids my age), but I'm in the the 90th percentile for height (I'm taller then 90% of all the kids my age). So I'm in pretty good shape.
Several months ago I discovered the most wonderful thing ever invented—the stairs. I am the Stair Master! I master the stairs. I wish there were some stairs here right now, I'd step all over 'em. I've gotten pretty lean over the summer from spending so much time walking up and down. I can't think of anything more fun to do for hours on end every day of my life.
I usually sucker babysitters into walking me up and down over and over. Mom and Dad wised up and have kept a stinkin' safety gate at the top of ours so I can't spend all my time and theirs on them. But I tell you, there's nothing I would rather be doing at any given time than climbing.
I love music. In church, when the organ and singing starts, I stand up and conduct with all the enthusiasm I can muster. I usually hear people chuckling around me, but I don't care. Somebody's got to lead that music, and I think I'm just the one to do it. I've come up with my own dance moves to different styles of music, too. Disco and pop, I swing my hips as wide as I can. Rock, I bang my head (that one's really fun!), and loud drum beats, I bounce my knees.
Mom has been singing to me my whole life. She does actions to a lot of her songs, and I've always been fascinated watching her. Now I've caught on to most of the actions, so she just sings now, and I do all the moves. It's super fun. Everyone says I'm really smart when they see me do this, and I must say I agree. Mom's favorite trick I do is if you tell me to smile, I put my fingers in my dimples and and shake my hips. I don't know where I came up with that one, but it is cute, if I do say so myself.
I also love to talk. I only say a few English words right now, though I understand a lot more. But even when I don't have specific words to say, I can jabber for days. I've figured out the art of voice inflection from listening to other people, so I can make long sentences, short sentences, questions, exclamations, irritated remarks, statements of fact, and super funny jokes that make me laugh at myself. Too bad no one else understands what I'm saying yet. As of today, my English vocabulary consists of: "Dadda", "Baby", "kitty", "teeth", "uh-oh", "ball", "wow", "Boppa" (Grandpa), and "no, no, no" (as I shake my finger). I know how to say "Mama", but I still refuse to call Mom that, even though she really wants me to. I either call her "Dadda" too, or I don't call her anything, and just assume she knows I'm talking to her. I know all the parts of my face, and my bellybutton, and I'm currently working on elbows and feet.
My aunt Jamie and her husband Bryan are expecting a baby girl any time now. Everyone seems really excited about it, and telling me I'm going to have a cousin to play with. I hope a cousin's a cool thing...whatever it is. My uncle Skyler just left on a mission a couple weeks ago. He'll be in California for the next two years, so I don't know how well I'll know him by then. but I like carrying his picture around whenever I'm at Grandma and Grandpa's house. Holy cow, do I love my Grandma and Grandpa! They're so cool. Don't tell them this, but I've figured out how to manipulate them into doing pretty much everything I want. Wanna know my secret? You just have to be really really really ridiculously adorable. Works like a charm.
I've learned a very good method for trying to get what I want—the tantrum. I find that it's most effective in very public places, but for some reason Mom and Dad still don't seem to get it because they still don't always give me what I want. I hope they understand that I'm just trying to do what makes me happy, and it's hard for me right now to understand why I can't always. But all three of us are trying to be patient with each other while I continue learning to function in this huge, hard, wonderful world.
5 Mar 2006
Same old thing, I know, it's been way too long, yeah yeah, blah blah blah, ok, whatever. Listen. I gotta tell you about this awesome thing yesterday. Mom took me to this place called McDonald's. She's never taken me before because she says the food tastes like rubber, but I don't know what that means. The fries seemed fine to me. But that's not the important thing. They have a huge playground there! Holy cow, I didn't know what to do first. I'm still kind of little, so I couldn't quite climb all the way up everything, but I sure gave it my best shot. They had basketballs--and if you know me, you know I love basketball--and I got to throw them at the basket. I'm getting pretty good, I got it within like ten feet of the hoop almost. And they have lots of steps and platforms to go up and down, which you know is another thing I love. But the coolest thing ever were these two colored tubes. Mom says they're called "slides." Here's how they work. You stand on the ground in front of them, squat down a little, and watch really hard. And suddenly, kids start popping out of them! I don't know where they come from, but they just keep coming. Big kids, little kids, screaming kids, backwards kids--you name it. Every time one comes out, it makes me laugh really hard. I could watch for days. Boy, I gotta get Mom and Dad to buy me one of these things so I can have kids popping out in my own room. I was great.
Okay, update on moi. I'm just about twenty months old now, and I pretty much rule the universe. All Mom and Dad's good intentions to not spoil me this Christmas went out the window once they walked into Toys R Us. I got lots of great stuff that helps me learn, and that helps me trash the house in under four minutes flat. I'm crazy about all the books I have. Every time I look through them, something else seems to make just a little more sense. You can ask me where anything is in my books, and I can spot it. I know most objects and animals, I know most of the parts of my body (I even say "hand" and "knee" now, though most of the words I know I'm still too stubborn to try out loud), and I know my shapes. I have a puzzle of the alphabet, of numbers, and of shapes, and I can fit every piece in its right spot.
I have a set of crayons (washable--hallelujah, says Mom) and some coloring books. It's really cool to use every color, and sort them out all around me. But you have to keep a close watch on me, or I'll try to color on other things, too. Your books, my hands and legs, the coffee table, the cat... whatever I can reach. I can't help it, I get a crayon in my hand and I lose my mind!
These last couple months, Mom has been counting everything for me. Snacks she gives me, the steps I take, the toys I have out, my fingers and toes--anything. I really dig it. I surprised her and Dad the other day when I started counting my crackers out loud by myself. The words don't come out exactly right yet, but they seemed to know what I meant.
"Wah, two, wee, bo, by, dih, ebbuh" ... then something I can never seem to remember... then "nye, deh." I also say "Mommy", "Daddy" and "Baby" (which means Cami), "Bop-pa" (Grandpa), "Mam-mah" (Grandma), "Mamie" (Aunt Jamie), "pea" (my favorite food), "yoosh" (shoes and juice), "beew" (bear), "nynon" (lion), "mana" (banana, my other favorite food), "doh" (dog, door and doll), "mine" (I like that one, but Mom and Dad never seem too happy to hear it), and "otay". There's quite a few others, but you get the idea. Little by little I'm getting better at pronunciation, as I hear how Mom and Dad say the words.
All I ever hear from people around me is that I'm the cutest baby ever and the smartest baby ever. Yeah, yeah, just let me do what I want when I want, and you can say whatever you want about me. I'm probably pretty much the same as most other kids my age, but the way I'm treated sure makes me know I'm something special anyway.
February 10, 2007
Well, 2006 was a pretty good year for me. I’ve grown up so fast, though I still have a lot more growing ahead of me. My vocabulary has become huge, and I’ve learned how to communicate pretty well. I still don’t pronounce everything perfect, and my sentence structures are sometimes a little weird, but people seem to get the idea, and seem to be even more charmed by the cute mistakes.
I’ve been learning about my own free agency, sometimes to the pride and sometimes to the dismay of Mom and Dad. I’ve discovered that I don’t have to do what I’m told, and I can choose to do something else. Because of this, I often choose the exact opposite of what Mom or Dad says, even though I actually want what they said. This just frustrates all of us, because I want to make up my own mind, and I want it to be my idea. We somehow manage to work it out, though.
Over the last year, I have mastered the alphabet, the numbers up to 20, and all the shapes you can think of. Mom and Dad are thrilled when they see me surprise people with my knowledge of trapezoids, hexagons and parallelograms. They’re so proud. I also know lots of songs. I can sing along with every song in the music videos and slideshows on this website, and I know a bunch of the Sesame Street songs and songs Mom sings with me. Just last week Mom caught me singing a Shakira song into my toy spoon, and then ending my performance with “Thank you! Thank you so much!” and blowing kisses. I didn’t realize she was watching—I was just practicing for my future.
One of my favorite pastimes is watching sports with Daddy. Especially basketball. He took me to a Jazz game last month, and I still talk about it. If you ask me what the Jazz says, I’ll holler “De-fense! De-fense!” Dad was sure a proud father when Mommy told him about the day she gave me my snack and I took it to the couch, grabbed the remote, and turned on a basketball game all by myself.
Yeah, so I got this new baby brother. It’s a little weird, but I like him. I’ve been hearing about him for months and months now, but didn’t realize how much of everyone’s attention he was going to take. But Mom and Dad, and Grandma and Grandpa and everyone have been making sure I’m not left out of anything. I’m proud to be called “big sister”, and I can tell that’s a pretty important thing by the way other people say it. The best thing about all this is that Mom doesn’t have to go to work everyday now, though unfortunately that can’t last forever. But it’s nice to get to stay home with her and Jordan everyday for now.
3 June 2007
I’ve been having a fun life. My brother Jordan is getting a little bigger now, and sometimes he likes to just watch me while I talk to him or sing to him. He does cry a lot, if no one is holding him, and sometimes that gets on my nerves. But all in all, I’m being a pretty good big sister.
The past few months I’ve gotten way into Dora the Explorer. It’s my favorite show, and I have the DVDs memorized. Mom doesn’t like it, she says it’s lame and that it brainwashes me. I don’t know what brainwash means, I just know that I NEED to watch it over and over every waking moment!
I’m having lots of fun learning stuff. My vocabulary is huge, and I can pronounce most words pretty well, though I make a few funny slips now and then. Mom gave me her favorite book a month or so ago, Harold and the Purple Crayon, and it quickly became my favorite as well. I love reading it. There’s a part where Harold can’t finish his picnic of pies, but he doesn’t want it to go to waste, so he leaves “a very hungry moose and a deserving porcupine to finish it up.” I tried saying that, but it came out “a very hungry moose and a dizzy-for pinky-pine.” That made me and Mom laugh pretty hard, and I’ve never forgotten it. Now “dizzy-for pinky-pine” is one of my favorite things to say.
Some people may think I’m saying things wrong, but actually I’m just improving the words. Mom taught me a song that names all 50 states in alphabetical order. I do pretty good with most of them, but I always start out with “I-love-bama.” Mom says it’s “Alabama”, but I’m pretty insistent that my way sounds better. My version goes, "I-love-bama, Alak-sa, Arizona, Ark-sa-kaw, California, Colo-raddle, Connecticut."
I’m pretty smart, if I do say so myself. I’m not necessarily smarter than other kids, I just know things that other people don’t usually try teaching kids my age. My mom believes that if two-year-olds can memorize the alphabet and recognize their relatives, there’s no reason they can’t also learn lists of places and recognize famous works of art. Just in the last couple months, I’ve learned several famous structures that I can name by sight: The White House, the Capitol Building (it’s a dome), the Washington Monument (it’s an obelisk), the Statue of Liberty (but I prefer to say “Statulee Liverty”), the Gateway Arch, Mount Rushmore, the Golden Gate Bridge, Big Ben, Stonehenge, the Eiffel Tower, the Roman Colosseum, the Parthenon, the Taj Mahal, the Sphinx, the Pyramid, the statues at Easter Island, and the Sydney Opera House. Not bad, huh? Mom teaches me a new one every week or so. Now I'm working on learning where they're all located.
Mom's been working with me on potty training on the days she's home with me. If there's anything I've learned, it's that chocolate is a true motivator! Every time I use the potty, I get a bite-sized Hershey bar. Once I understood this, I started cooperating. Today I figured out how to play the system. I only go about half way, and then hold the rest in. I show Mom that I went, she tells me how cool I am, and I get my treat. Ten minutes later I go again and get another treat. It's ingenious! Mom realized that I've been cheating, but she thinks I deserve the extra candy just for being so clever. I hope she bought enough, 'cause I'm gonna milk this one for all it's worth.
I have a good time with Dad. He likes to tease me a lot. He says things wrong on purpose, and I always correct him. Instead of learning his lesson and saying it right, he does it over and over because he thinks it’s funny how serious I am about wanting him to get it right. Our daily routine goes:
“Good Morning, Scrami.”
“Good morn-- No, I’m Cami.”
“Oh, hi Scrami.”
“No, I’m Cami.”
“Oh. Schlami?”
“No! I’m Cami!!”
As irritating as it is, I wouldn’t change it for the world. My dad rocks! I love when he gets to be home with me.
On Memorial Day our family went to the Clark Planetarium in Salt Lake to see a 3-D movie about dinosaurs (or as I call them, "Dime-a-saurs".) I was really excited about it until I heard the intense opening music, and then I realized it had the potential to be scary. I took my 3-D glasses off for most of it, to get those things out of my face. Daddy let me sit on his lap, and held me tight so I would feel safe. I sure am lucky I ended up with him for a dad. Maybe we should wait a little longer before we go to something that intense again.
Well, as you can see, my life is great, and my parents are very proud of me. That makes me happy.
What a year this has been! I got another person in my family, I got my first haircut, I got to leave the country when my family went to Canada for a day, and I understand a lot more of what’s going on around me. My parents tell me that when I was younger I had no interest whatsoever in the television. Don’t know if I really believe that’s possible. I love movies, and I watch them a lot – the same ones over and over. I’ve heard Mom say that I’m becoming like her and her siblings in that a lot of my conversations are made up primarily of movie quotes, or variations on them. A couple weeks ago, Dad was teasing and tickling Mom, so she was kind of hollering. I am very defensive of my mother, so I started scolding my dad. But all that came to mind were all the movie scenes I’ve seen in which someone yells. So I’m yelling at my dad, saying "Let go of my leg! I can't belive this! I said a log-puller! You think you can do these things, but you can't, Nemo!" I was totally serious, but both my parents laughed until they had tears in their eyes. Sometimes I feel totally misunderstood. That was the only way I could think of to express my angry emotion.
I was a cowgirl for Halloween. When we went trick-or-treating, I wasn’t in it for the candy like most kids are. I wanted to have a full-on visit with everyone we met. I’d ask them about their house and their pets and their decorations, and then I’d pick up my red hat and say “Yee-haw!” to everyone who said they liked my costume. Jordy was in his stroller, and so I would tell people that I needed to get some candy for my baby brother. Of course this produced huge handfuls that I was going to have to eat in the end. Clever girl, says Mom.
After a while, I noticed that the last several doors we had gone to were answered by women. I started asking Mom after each door, “Where’s all the boys?” Finally a single guy came to a door, and my face lit up. Gasp! “Are
you a boy?!” He said yes, and I peeked around the doorway into his house and said, “Well… where’s your witch?” He said he didn’t know, so she must be hiding from him. I said “Oh. Well I’m a cowgirl, Yee-haw!! Trick-or-treat.” That got a laugh.
I love the snow! I could play in it for hours. Yeah, it’s cold but it’s so fun I don’t even notice after awhile. It’s like I can’t even feel my fingers and toes anymore. It’s fun to fall down in it because it’s so soft and doesn’t even hurt. I think it’s funny to kick the little trees in the yard so they drop snow all over me. When Mom finally forces me to go inside, despite my adamant protests, I’m soaked and frozen. She doesn’t understand that it’s only when I come in the house that I feel like that, so wouldn’t it stand to reason that I should stay in the snow and play to my heart’s content? She says that side of me comes from Dad for sure, ‘cause she doesn’t like snow at all, though she does play in it with me so I have fun. I look forward to a day when Dad has a little time off and can go out with me. I know we’re gonna have a ball together! For now, on the days Mom makes me come inside prematurely, I at least get compensated with a cup of warm chocolate to help get my nerves unthawed.
I’m excited for Christmas this month. I love hearing about Santa Claus, and I know he’s going to come to my house one of these nights and bring me presents and put treats in my stocking. I got to help decorate our Christmas tree, and I continue to rearrange the ornaments I can reach daily. It’s so fun. It’s also nice to not be the baby anymore, so I can pass some of my holiday wisdom on to my little brother. I’ve told him about Santa, and about Baby Jesus in the little nativity we have, and I fully intend to teach him how to properly unwrap all of his presents.
17 Jan 2008
Christmas was great. I got lots of presents, lots of cool toys and stuff. You know, I genuinely love presents themselves. It doesn’t even really matter what’s inside, I’m just thrilled to get to open it. I think the favorite family story of the season is from Christmas Eve at Grandma and Grandpa Coleman’s house, when I was given a present to open, and I was practically hyperventilating with excitement. As I tore the wrapping paper little by little, and began to see what was underneath, I exclaimed, “It’s a white… a white…” I got the paper off and held the revealed gift up ecstatically, “A white box!!” It was absolutely thrilling. Everyone laughed at me, but I didn’t know why. I actually felt like it was just what I had always wanted. Turns out there were some really cool clothes inside the box that were supposed to be the actual surprise.
One of the presents Santa brought me and Jordan was a new fish tank. A long time ago I had a little fish bowl with a fish named Cabido. She went away after awhile. My parents said it’s because they gave up after replacing the fish for the fourth time. I don’t know what that meant. But on Christmas morning when the first thing I saw was the bright new aquairium, I said with sheer joy, “Santa brought Cabido back!” Dad said we had to go get her from the store. So we went and got her (she looks completely different now), and some new fish friends. I named the other girl fish Tassty and Lula, and the boys are Sammy and Pongo. Every now and then one or two of them are missing from the tank, and we have to go get them from the fishy store again. I don’t know why they keep going back there. Whatever happens to them at that
store must be pretty extreme, ‘cause they always seem a little changed when we bring them back. But I don’t pretend to understand all the strange workings of the universe yet. I just hear Mom and Dad say “It’s easier than explaining dead fish to a three-year-old.”
My imagination is expanding, and I love to pretend. Sometimes the pretending becomes my reality, and there's no convincing me otherwise, once my mind's made up. I particularly like to take on other character roles. For a while there I was always Dora the Explorer. Mommy was Diego, Daddy was Boots, and Jordy was Baby Jaguar (all characters in Dora's show). What's funny is Dad didn't want to be Boots (who's a monkey), so he kept trying to steal Mom's title by convincing me to let him be Diego. It's just pretend, Dad. One Sunday when Mom got me from nursery in a new ward where the leader didn't know me, the lady stopped Mom and asked her what my name was. She explained to Mom that the only name I would give her was "Princess Fiona", so that's what was written on the drawing I made that day.
So I got that day with Dad out in the snow. It was great. This time I had a new Christmas snow suit and coat to bundle up in and keep the cold out a little better than the makeshift layers I had before. Daddy and I tromped around and threw snow at each other (he’s a better shot than me, but I don’t even mind), and built a snowman, which I immediately tripped and fell into, so he had only a brief moment at his full stature. I’m really glad I got to have my dad all to myself for that little while. When he’s done with school, we’ll get to have a lot more time like that.
Jordan is becoming both more fun and more exasperating at the same time. He’s not so fragile now, so I can play with him without our parents always worried that I’m going to hurt him. And he seems to find the same things funny that I do, even when no one
else seems to get the joke. We can laugh and laugh together. He also wants to get his hands on whatever I happen to be doing, or he tries to use me to pull himself up and ends up knocking me over. It’s hard to be patient when he gets like that, but Mom keeps reminding me that he’s still learning and eventually he’ll be big enough to understand how to play without being so irritating to me. I think sometimes I catch her say under her breath “Yeah right. Let’s hope.” Well, I’ll keep hoping. Overall I really love Jordan. He and I are becoming friends, and we genuinely like each other.