Feldman Cubs

These photos are from way back in April–right between little sis’s birthday and mine.

Beach Grandma came out to visit.

She brought a thing called “Spin Art.”

Much enjoyment ensued.

This isn’t Spin Art, but it’s still good.

I think Beach Grandma should get a Spin Art kit for when I visit New York this Christmas. I think we should use it a whole lot while I’m there. Ayup.

Sometimes, right before naptime, dad asks me to read him a Curious George story.

We both really like the one where George goes camping.

If dad tries to read when it’s my turn, I remind him how this works.

I have to admit that George can make me sleepy.*

*A little bit, but not too much.

I have been studying dance for long enough that it was time to put on a performance.

(The pros all use these squares to mark their spots.)

What’s that?

You think I’m rather good?

Oh my! Why thank you!

See my ankle here?

Your ankle can’t do that.

I think Zoe’s ankles can …

… but she was busy putt-putting around the rec center, making friends and holding a piece of cereal in each hand.

I need to keep my hands free for performing.

I am all about the dance.

You can tell …

… that my dedication has paid off, no?

Why …

… thanks again!

I am trying to be a flamingo here.

Miss Elizabeth asked me to remind her how it’s really done.

Boom!

Thanks for stopping by. See you next time for figure skating!

Dad goes to a dentist who specializes in children–which should surprise nobody–so now she’s my dentist too.

Actually, this is the hygienist. She’s explaining to me and Dinosaur* what a dentist visit is like.

*That’s Dinosaur, not to be confused with the character from If I Ran the Zoo.

She got to wear that mask while I wore those sunglasses.

Ba ha ha ha that tickles!

More, please.

Aaaah.

Shiny!

I think I like going to the dentist.

After my first polishing, the real dentist showed up.

She counted and checked all my teeth while I bit her ferociously. No cavities!

I bit her hard enough to earn toys!