I like to ride on my bicycle and pretend to jump over things in it, lifting the front end and yelling “Boom!.” When I’m doing this, Mom thinks that it looks like I should have a lift, shocks, and some ground effects on my ride. Emmett, Tessa, and I, we all have our own vehicles and we cruise the upstairs hallway in them. (Tessa walks behind her princess car, but Emmett and I ride.) Sometimes there are some pile-ups, but we say “beep-beep” and get moving on our way.

I love to count. I, however, don’t believe in the number seven. My counting to ten goes like this: One, two, three, four, five, six, Mommmy, eight, nine, ten. I got very upset when Mom tried to teach me the number seven. So for now, it’s Mommmy for me.

I love to wrestle with Tessa. Now, for those of you out there that think that she may be too small for this, I will tell you that she is the one that instigates the wrestling. Mommy will corroborate this. Tessa puts down her head and crawls as fast as she can into me, sometimes pushing me over. Then she grabs for my pacifier and steam rolls me until we are both rolling on the floor. Ok: It is true that, from time to time, I start the wrestling by pinning her to the floor when she’s in mid-crawl. But she is an equal opportunist with the face pulling and the hair pulling and the steam rolling. Mom used to tell me to get off of her and to be gentle with her. But now, she only says this when Tessa is standing and I am trying to pull her to the floor by her head.

I love to jump into the pool. Do I love swimming? Not so much. But I am fearless when Mom or Dad is standing in the pool waiting to catch me! Even our swim instructor said that she could tell I was quite a risk-taker.

I’m sure that I’ve mentioned this before, but I LOVE cookies and donuts. Emmett and I had quite the power struggle with Dad when we were learning to behave in the grocery store. Dad would offer a cookie if we behaved, but when we went to the bakery to get it, Emmett and I told him we preferred donuts and we stood our ground. We didn’t actually get donuts (or cookies for that matter) that day at the store, as you can imagine. Now, we are both more flexible with our baked goods requests. And it’s been a few weeks since we’ve been carried, kicking and screaming, out of the store.

Tessa’s birthday party (she’s ONE!) is on Sunday and I’m looking forward to this, as there will be cupcakes and presents. I’ll let you know how it goes…

Riley out

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