Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Man in the Mirror

Okay, I'm only seven days behind so let's go!

On Tuesday (the 22nd) Dad took me to allergy shots so his "shot family" could see how cute I am (his words, not mine.) I was pretty excited but mostly because I knew I'd get to see Aunt Darty.

At one point I escaped the grasp of Dad and went exploring - my new favorite past time. For whatever reason someone decided to finish the end of this hallway with a mirror instead of, I don't know, a WALL. Whatever, I thought it was kind a fun to see what I look like crawling all around.

Also, the doctor's office was on the second floor and this hallway overlooked the first. Unfortunately the glass railing was VERY clean and I may have not realized it was there so when I went to look over the edge, I bumped my head. And my father burst out laughing. Real mature Dad!

Later that evening, M&D and I went on a walk. Oh, did I mention I'm walking? That's right. I walked for the first at the Sprint store the week of Aunt Abby's wedding (but didn't want to steal her thunder.) No, not this visit to the Sprint store but the one a few days later when Mom exchanged her phone. I was being a little fussy so Dad took me outside while Mom did paperwork. Dad was holding my hand and we were walking around but when he let go, I kept going. For the first few days I was still pretty 'eh' about walking, especially if M&D TRIED to get me to walk. Hey, I'm no puppet! These days though I'm bombin' all around and walking anytime I want.

Anyway, we went on a walk to the park and I walked with Mom to the end of the block.

Walking is a lot of work though so once we rounded the corner, I needed a little cool down.

Since I don't have to prove nothin' to nobody, I decided to hitch a ride in the stroller the rest of the way to the park. Hey, as someone once said, "why stand when you can sit?" Once we got there Mom and I did some swinging and in an apparent effort to test the structural integrity of the CHILDREN'S swing set, Dad joined on the swing next to us.

Remember, you can't take it with you, but you can lick it so no one else can take it when you're gone.

Until Later,

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