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!
When Memorial Day came around, there was a party on my block. Nate was there …
… and so was Aaron.
WHEEEE!!!
Good times.
Aaron is moving soon–to the southernmost of the Carolinas, which sounds pretty southern to me.
It’s thataway (not really).
Nate takes this seriously.
Sometimes I even keep my feet on the pedals.
Most importantly, someone brought real brownies to the block party, and I ate as many as I wanted–even though we brought some kind of “orzo salad,” which seems like an uneven trade. We won!
We went to a state park in Longmont last weekend.
The idea was to look for birdies.
We did see a few birdies, but the two best things were rocks and ants.
I got to throw rocks …
… and I also got to watch lots and lots of ants bringing food back to their home. Dad says that ants buy groceries just like the rest of us.
Go, ants, go!