I've Been Busy

Hi, sorry I haven't written in a while. I've been busy and sick with a cold that I'm just getting over. But mostly I've been busy.

Mom takes me all over the place. Every day there's an outing to either the library, the grocery store, a friend's house, a coffee shop, the Nia dance studio, or other places I can't identify. Like, what is the big building with all the tiny boxes mounted on the walls inside? We have a key to one of the boxes, and about once a week Mom and I visit this place and open the box. I keep hoping there will be a new toy inside, but there's only paper.

Mmmm, paper. Did I mention I like to chew paper? I can turn a magazine tear-out card to mush in 60 seconds. Then Mom has to swipe her finger inside my mouth to remove the pulp balls before I swallow them down. This is my new favorite game.

So, the photo above is of my family on Valentine's Day. This is a nice holiday, I've decided, and I can't wait until it comes around again next year. Lots of people were wearing red (one of my favorite colors), and hearts were displayed everywhere, and it smelled like chocolate. I got dressed up to go to my second contra dance that night. See my new polo shirt?

I actually danced this time, one dance. Mom and Dad took turns holding me as we sashayed through the contra lines. Some of the dancers tried to hold my hand when we circled, but I didn't like that. After that I preferred just to watch the band members play fiddles and guitar. They pulled up a chair for me so I could sit with them -- that was cool! We only stayed at the dance an hour, but as it was already past my bedtime, that was a treat. On the car ride back home, as I was dozing, I heard Dad tell Mom he hoped I would sleep in, since I was going to bed two hours later than normal, but I fooled them and got up at the same time I usually do, 5:30 a.m.

I know, I know, it's still dark out, but this little alarm clock goes off inside my head and my eyes just pop open and I know it's time to start the day. My mouth starts making happy sounds like "bah, bah, bah" and "puh, puh, puh" and one of my parents stumbles out of their bedroom to say, "Good morning to you, too." And then we're off and running for another day of fun.

Hmmm, I wonder what tomorrow's outing will hold?