Welcome Little Brother Logan David Talan

My little brother Logan was born on Friday, February 12th at 12:14 PM at the same hospital where I was born, George Washington University Hospital. He was 7 pounds, and 20 inches tall.

Grandma Huesca looked after me while Mommy was in the hospital for 5 days. I didn't even miss her! When she came home with my new little brother, I just went about my business as usual. He wasn't very noisy at first, but after a couple of days I did try to help out when he cried. For instance, I would try and give him a pacifier. If that didn't work, I would try to give him his bottle and then my bottle. If Mommy said that he didn't need a bottle or his pacifier and he was still crying, I would try to hit him or pick him up and carry him into another room. Everyone is doing a pretty good job of not letting me hit him or pick him up like I would like to do. They're trying to teach me to help out, but I'm not quite sure what they mean. And I don't understand why they can't just get up and walk with me to my room and read me a book on demand. Hmmnnn, I guess I'll figure it out soon enough.

I'm 20 Months Old

Hi Everyone!

It's February and I only have about a week left before my little brother arrives! He's scheduled to be born on Friday, February 12th at George Washington University Hospital. I have learned some new things since my last post. For one, I saw a girl at the Georgetown Library skipping and I was able to modify that and turn it into a gallop. So now my favorite thing to do is to gallop like a pony. I also learned how to say my name. Now if you ask me what my name is I can say "Ella"! I say it by accentuating the "l" sound and sticking my tongue out like a little lizard. Mom and Daddy are hoping to have some video footage on here soon so you can get a kick out of it too. For some reason, they laugh and clap their hands when I say my name. I don't know why they're laughing, but I start laughing too!

I think I've outgrown my high chair. Perhaps it's time for a booster seat. I am beginning to enjoy eating my breakfast, lunch and dinner a little more. I was pretty picky until recently. Now, I am beginning to really enjoy eating chicken--which is my daddy's favorite food. And Mommy cooks a lot of vegetarian dishes (she's not a vegetarian, but she really enjoys vegetarian meals) so I'm learning to like different textures and different tastes.

Here are a couple pictures of me having fun dining out at Ikea in College Park. I had a couple Swedish meatballs, some broccoli, squash, and french fries. Yum! The other picture is of me mimicking Mommy practice Yoga. I am beginning to become quite good at it!