wheelie thing

hi there,

guess who? My dad has been complaining for a week now about how little sleep he's been getting, so I'm gonna have to take this one. From what I understand I am becoming something of a handful at night. It's just that when I wake up I like to have some company. Fortunately for me I have discovered that a few timely outbursts solve that problem pretty quickly. You see mom and dad are trying to help the boys upstairs understand some basic rules about being quiet after 10pm, so they want me to be kind of quiet then too. Sort of a monkey see, monkey do thing. So, a few well-timed shouts from me and I get lots of fun late night attention.

Dad was away all weekend with his friends, supposedly on a ski weekend, though I now hear he didn't do any skiing because it was so windy the chairlifts were closed. So I guess he and his friends simply continued their tradition of (barely) trying not to kill themselves by being dragged around behind motorized vehicles. The pictures of this event can be found over on right. Some sore old guy muscles later, they seem to be in one piece. Dad was also blabbering on about almost catching some wild turkeys and getting a vehicle stuck in a farmer's field in the middle of the night. I guess that's the type of grown-up "fun" I can look forward to.

Enough about him, back to me. As you can tell, I am getting quite adept at manuevering this wheelie thing around the kitchen, and opening stuff. I just wanted to show off how good I am at it since my doctor doesn't recommend these wheelie things. Luckily for me, my dad's opinion differs slightly on this one. And for any of you who are keeping track (i.e. grandparents), I am still at the top of the charts as far as my measurements are concerned.

Wow, I've talked a lot here. Better get to bed now. I only have a couple of hours before I need to wake up my parents and have some midnight bonding.