Feldman Cubs

It was super cold outside yesterday, so I just stayed indoors and looked for kitties out the window.

[Ed. note: "Kitties" includes cats, squirrels, and most other animals--but not dogs or deer, both of which are "doggies."]

Every once in a while, I saw one of our neighbors cleaning off a car or shoveling the sidewalk.

I waved to our across-the-street neighbor Angelo. He waved back!

When I got hungry, I signaled to my parents as best I could.

We did a bunch of puzzles.

I love puzzles!

The night before, we had a party with some of my friends. Dad took pictures of them. This is my friend Rosie. She’s my size, which is cool.

This is my friend Isabella. She’s in a philosophical mood.

This is my friend Maisie. She is actually in color when you meet her in person. All of these people are.

Here’s my friend Henry. He is the only guy still living in the area from our original group.

Mom and Dad fed me “soup and a sandwich” yesterday–but they forgot to combine the two items.

I took care of that myself.

Yum!

Spoons are great and all, but after a while it’s just time to chow down.

I like to carefully slather my bread with the goop I’ve created on my plate.

This is pretty much how I eat most of the time. Dad says he’s going to put a floor drain in the kitchen so he can just hose everything off when I’m done.

Because I’m not exactly a portly toddler, Mom and Dad indulge my constant requests for avocados. They’re my favorite food.

What? Wait–hold on a sec. I just need to power through this towering spoon of avocado.

I consider this training for my career as a trumpeter.

Here, have some! I don’t need to eat an entire avocado.

Fair enough. I don’t need to, but I’m not going to toss it overboard either.