Dad walking me and Twizzle in the backyard.
I am sure all my fans would like to know that I recently perfected the art of walking. One day I was standing in mom and dad’s room drinking a bottle and I noticed an unprotected iPhone on the nightstand. In a moment of sheer desperation of wanting the phone and having my hands occupied by the bottle, my feet willed me across the floor taking little steps. Mom thought it was a moment for the history books but dad remarked that he thought I had already taken my first steps earlier.
No matter how the story of my first steps actually goes, the fact remains that I now walk as my primary mode of transportation, Don’t worry, mom, I’ll still let you carry all my stuff.
Now that dad has his big job down in the big city (go dad!), mom sends him pictures of me all day.
I think she takes pictures of mundane things, but they are so obsessed with me they don’t notice.
For example, here are the pictures and accompanying text mom sent to dad last Thursday…
“Got our sick kiddo a pink bouncy ball at Safeway while our tire is getting fixed. Just because.”
“Looking at used books….”
“Board books at the used book store! Score!”
“Look who we found on the street and followed to Qdoba”
“Been asleep for two hours now. So glad.”
Really. Those were the highlights of the day my mom chose to communicate. Sigh.
I am in trouble.
Mom found this on her iPhone.
I did it again.
I have GOT to stop doing this… leaving behind evidence, I mean.
It was raining again yesterday, but mom and dad were tired of being cooped up in the house.
So this is what you do when you are in town and it is raining and they close down the canyon road to your house for repairs after a historic flood.
First, go to church.
Then help mom and dad run errands...
.. at a store that gives away free raincoats.
Then spend time reading at a bookstore.
And when you finally make it home, curl up with a good cloth book and your favorite dad and twizzle.
I am just glad we have a warm dry house at the end of another rainy day.
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I finally succeeded in capturing an iPhone.
This is a picture renactment of the great iPhone heist.
But once I got it, I didn’t know what to do with it. So I chewed on it and gave it back.
Mom knew what I had done. Apparently I left behind some evidence.
This could have been anyone!
But this one was rather incriminating.
Silly accidental self-takes. I almost got away with it.
I got him this mug.
But he still won’t let me play solitaire on his iPhone.
I usually get my way. This confounds me. So much for bribery.