So I got through the tooth thing okay. By the way, that's what I found out that little dagger in my mouth is called...a "tooth". Dont worry if you've never heard of it...I hadnt either. But they all assure me that's what it is. And believe it or not, you get used to it being in there. So things are well with that.
But I gotta tell ya...I am sick and tired of LAYING. That's all I do. I lay. And if Mommy wants to move me, she picks me up and moves me. And if Daddy wants to move me, he usually just kicks me over to where he wants me to land. (just kidding). But if I want to change locales, guess what I do? I lay. Sure, I can wiggle my legs and thrash my arms about, but its really not that graceful. Kind of reminiscent of a beetle flipped over on its back. Just like a beetle, I'm not going anywhere.
So today I decided to change that. I put my game face on, mustered up all my courage and strength, and I got up on my hands and knees! Can you believe it?!
Maybe you're asking yourself, "But he didn't actually MOVE anywhere. Wasnt that the point?". BABY STEPS, PEOPLE! Its not just a clever saying...give me time! I will be wreaking havoc in no time...
