Coup d'état

I am Aaron J. Stacer, a gift of God.

I know this because my mommy tells me everyday.
I think I look best in just a diaper.

I wish that everything tasted like peaches.
I hate it when I run my walker into the corner. It has a reverse gear, but I just can’t figure out how to make it work, I’ll have my mechanic take a look at it tomorrow.
I miss when I could fit on my mommy’s chest, thankfully daddy is a little bigger.

I fear loud abrupt sounds like when mommy sneezes while feeding me…it makes me cry, but only for a second.

I feel happy and lighter after my morning poopies…oh, is that inappropriate of me?

I hear most things; especially the sound of my daddy moving about the house while I am eating…it is so much more fun to watch him than to eat.

I study everything, just before putting it into my mouth.
I crave milk, warm with a hint of vanilla.
I search for mommy’s crocs, telephones, daddy, little white dogs, and remotes.

I wonder how that green little squirting fish thingy lives in my bathtub.
I have six teeth and another on the way.

I regret messing around and not eating more during my last meal.

I love Blue Bear, pulling mommy’s hair, and listening to daddy’s singing.

I ache when I hit my heels on hard surfaces, but it doesn’t bother me too much.
I am not afraid to pass gas in public.

I believe I am the cutest, really I do.
I enjoy a good drama cough now and again.

I dance with my mommy on a regular basis.
I sing in my native language.
I cry when I am hungry, tired, hurt, or cranky… but really not too often.

I take bicycling, TV remotes, and appointed tasks very seriously.

I fight when they try to put clothes on me.

I write, what is write?
I use baby curse words if they put me down to nap before I’m ready.

I win games of will. I am quite persistent.

I lose my balance a little still while sitting up.
I get shy around strangers.

I never miss an opportunity to stick my toes in my mouth.

I always enjoy a good drama cough.

I confuse my mommy when I don’t eat very much sometimes.

I listen closely when people talk to me.

I smell daddy’s food but he won’t let me eat it.

I am scared of grandpa’s sunglasses.

I need to take a nap. What am I talking about, naps are for babies.

I look forward to daddy getting home from work.

I imagine that the spirally light bulbs are talking to me.

I am wearing, what else, just a diaper!

I can usually be found with a burp cloth close by…what can I say, teething causes lots of drool.

I am happy almost all of the time.