Can I Check Off Crawling?

I've finally forgiven Mom for posting that embarrassing video of me learning to crawl. I'm happy to report that this video, shot just over a month later, on July 3, fully redeems me. Click below to watch a 23-second clip of me racing across the floor on hands and knee and...foot.

So what if my right knee never touches the ground? You think there's only one way to crawl?!?

P.S. But by now, crawling is old hat. I'm practicing walking.

Percussion is My Thing

I'm getting this drumming thing down, and can really keep a beat! Here I am, performing on bodhran while Dad toots out a tune on flute.

I can play this flute, too -- it's part of my new cadre of blowable instruments. I started with a traffic whistle, then tried the harmonica, and lately I've taken up the wooden flute. Next lesson: fingering!

Enjoy this little video (just 9 seconds), shot July 3.

If I Ever Run a Marathon, I'll Call You

Sorry I haven't written in a while. It's been very busy at our house, and I've been preoccupied with learning to walk. That doesn't mean I still don't like to be carried!

Auntie Jill came to visit last month and she carried me on lots of interesting walks in the Ergo. She has finished her classroom work in her accelerated nursing degree program and will be working alongside other nurses in the ER at her university's hospital this summer. At the end of August she will graduate, and then I hope she comes to live in Port Townsend, but somehow I think her nursing horizons are set for a bigger city hospital. Too bad for me, but good news for some poor sick saps in a Northwest metropolis.
OK, in other news at The Roost, Mom got me my own cell phone!
She kept cautioning me not to break the hinge on her flip phone, which I loved to play with, and then one day she handed me a phone that looks almost like hers except that it has a sticker on the back so I can tell it's mine. Oh, it also feels a bit lighter than Mom's phone, like it has no battery or something...
I don't care if it doesn't light up or make noise when I push the buttons -- it's mine, and I can call whomever I want!! Hey, what's your number? I'll call you.

I want to sign off with a big congratulations to my friend Lindsay, pictured in the center above. She came and stayed with us one weekend in June so she could run her first marathon! It was a race from Sequim to Port Angeles, a distance I've ridden in a car, and it's FAR. I can't believe she ran the whole way.

Lindsay's sister Corey (at left) and her husband Chris (holding me upside down at right, and tickling me if I remember correctly) came and stayed with us, too, and the day before the race, they biked the second half of the race course and wrote inspiring messages with chalk on the roadway. Some mentioned Lindsay by name, others were generically inspiring to all the runners. This is such a good idea, I wish I'd thought of it myself.

If I ever run a marathon, I want to see signs saying things like "Soren, you rock!" and "Don't be such a whiny baby and keep running on those blisters!" every mile or so.