I’m falling behind with this blogging thing. I’m too busy playing with new toys and hitting those developmental milestones. Yeah. So, I’m now crawling without my belly dragging on the floor. Dad, when he is in his office with all of gadgets, has to keep his office door closed while I play with Mom. That doesn’t stop me from looking under the door between the carpet and the bottom of the door to see dad and his gadgets. HA!
Dad took me to a nature center last week. I saw an opossum and a screech owl, and watched a small herd of volunteer naturalists learn about the nature center. That was the same nature center Mom took me to last month. Then we went four-wheeling the stroller along a mud and clay path around the nature center. It didn’t end well. It ended at a dead end and according to the map, one way led to salvation and the bottom level of the nature center building… the other CERTAIN DOOM! Dad picked Certain Doom! It was fun though. Dad changed me for the first time in a public bathroom and forgot to pick up the wipe dispenser. So some lucky parent got a full supply of wipes. He is a nice guy like that.
Dad can’t get this on film or photo, but I do backbends. Actual backbends and if dad is so inclined, he’ll help me do a full backflip. He thinks I’m crazy. But it is so fun to do these backbends. I even put my hands on the ground backwards and lift my tush in the air, trying to flip myself over. He’ll get a photo or a video and post it as soon as possible.
I went to class with dad, but had a meltdown because it was so close to my dinner and bed time. Mom was at a conference. This was the big test of dad’s mettle and let me tell you. He cracked. It was a shattering sound like a glacier breaking off and splashing into the ocean. I think Dad is permanently broken.
Here is me, demanding attention from Dad.
Pay. Attention. To. Me.