About two hundred words yesterday – midnight clicked over before I wrote down the number.
Spent time with young Master Alex in Oakalla (Deer Lake) Park and his Mama and Pawpa (Paul) and while we were walking along the same stretch where we saw the coyote with Keith, he ran between the three of us giving us our titles. He’d run up behind us and tap us on the ass and say ZIZI or PAWPA or MUMMY like a little buzzing bee. He walked the whole 2.5 k himself, he ran up to joggers to give them greetings (causing one guy to dodge around and almost wipe out) but he gave bunches of grandmotherly types big smiles and ran up to them with his arms out.
Dogs he’s not so sure about, but with assistance he can interact appropriately.
He fell madly in love with a puddle and some heart shaped leaves.
He’s such a dear little person. I feel amply rewarded for my patience during his earlier difficulties bonding with anyone but his mom. Paul and I are having a panic with him.
I wish Katie was not experiencing personal difficulties right now, but they aren’t impacting Alex at all that I can see and everything will be fine in the outcome.
My current fave Canadian political cartoon. Thank you, Patrick Lamontagne.
I finally upgraded my phone and it finally works.
Behold the gargantuan testicular mass of this park ranger.
Poster says “I went to dig out my car and found a moose standing on it.”