The other day Mummy could not find my sippy cup anywhere. She looked all over the kitchen, on the table, on the floor, in the fridge, in the sink, under the couch, in the cupboard with the other cups, it was nowhere to be found. Mummy gave up looking. Then a little while later I crawled into the kitchen up the drawer where the pots are. I like to play with the pots, pull them out and bang them. It's a great drawer. I decided to keep my drink there and then I would be able to find it when I am thirsty. So I had a drink. And then I put my cup back in the drawer again.
My Aunty Heather in Canada send me some clothes. Some jeans and a hockey shirt. It doesn't belong to any hockey team. Daddy said I looked more Canadian wearing the hockey shirt than in my "Canada Eh!" clothes or my Roughriders outfit.
Contrary to some impressions from photos, I am not walking yet. I have taken some steps, but I really prefer to go crawling instead. It's so much faster, why doesn't everyone do it? Whenever someone tries to make me stand I sit down again. I can do it but I simply choose not to.
