Last week I shared my ability to stand myself up, but I left out the bad part...I couldn't get down once I pulled myself up. I took a few hard falls but I'm very excited to report that I am learning to fall, "but I ain't got wings so coming down is the hardest thing" (hey Tom Petty's song makes sense now). I either bend my knees and kneel down gently, begin to sit and my bottom catches me, or, when I've forgotten that I need to hold on with at least one hand, I tense my shoulders and neck muscles and usually catch my head before it whacks the floor. But let's move on to less painful topics.
This week I had some time to do some cleaning . I filed all the household paperwork.
And cleaned out some of the kitchen cabinets. I can never find what I am looking for in there.
And I am working on my slight of hand with the Shell Game. So if I ever go to New York, I can make a buck or two.
Now, here are some of my guy friends.
This is Otto.
He is older than me so I mostly watch him as he runs circles around me.
This is Victor. We are neighbors so our moms make us hang out a lot. But it's o.k. 'cuz he's a cool guy.
And this is Ryan. He is a riot. He loves to screech, and like me, he appreciates the fine sound of a plastic bowl scraped against tile.
