Climmb and run and jump and talk and sing and and and

I am a busy guy.

This morning I busted my lip open and got a bloody nose. Again. It was just one of those things -- I slipped off the curb at the library wheelchair ramp, while I was playing around, and whacked my face on the railing. It felt better after a few minutes, but it was no fun.

But most of the time, running and jumping and playing is great. I can climb, now, too -- Daddy was very impressed when he saw me go up this ladder at Totland. Then he made me come down. Bleh.

Fun words I say now: "Muck" = milk, "tatterpilla" = caterpillar, "graw" = draw (which I love to do, with crayons).