Hi folks, Brynn here. You may better know me as Bean, or Bryncess, or Bin-Bin. Or more recently, I have been called NO a lot. I don’t like that name. At all.
When someone calls me no, I have to move quick to keep doing what I am trying to do. My mom is the worst. Just when I have a nice big handful of toothpaste to wipe down my arms, she’s there, killing the fun.
Or like today, when Toby and I found the brownies and hid and ate them in Mommy’s bed. What’s the big deal? They’re good, right? And what better place to enjoy them than in front of some PBS? Such a party pooper.
Something I learned recently is the Shriek. If I open my mouth and let fly with a nice piercing screech, everyone pays attention. I might be the smallest person in this family, and sometimes people might even step on me, or knock me over with laundry hampers; but I can get some respect with the Shriek. I like to just walk around with my diaper sagging, shrieking at random intervals. That’ll show em.
Currently, I’m being forced to take a nap after I tried to help mom cook. She kept saying “Hot, hot” and I got so mad I spit on the floor. Next thing I knew, I was in my playpen. And I wasn’t EVEN done with my raviolis! Sheesh.
When I wake up from my nap, I am planning a little afternoon screeching, maybe a dirty diaper, and if I can find the time, I would really like to get under the bathroom sink and get into the shampoo and Daddy’s clipper attachments. And then maybe play with my baby dolls, and put them in the toilet.