Remy’s Annual Report

Hullo peeps.  What is today?  It’s MY day.  Just like every other day. 

Ha, just jokin’.  Today is special because one full year has elapsed since I decided to make my appearance in the world.  Last night, Nana Parr made a nice beer cake for me.  How many of you had a beer cake for your first birthday?  No?  That’s what I thought.  It had lots of walnuts and was made in a bundt pan so there wasn’t anywhere to put a birthday candle, which is just as well because I wouldn’t have known what to do with it.  Here I am leaping out of Mom’s arms to get some cake crumbs.

Oooh!! Beer cake crumbs!

I got some nice presents, although none were wrapped.  Well, I don’t know anything about wrapping presents, so strike that comment.  I have a Radio Flyer wagon that Mom and Dad found on Craigs List.  I don’t know what Craigs List is, but it must mean stuff is better because they seem happier when they buy things that way.  I also got a rocking chair my size that used to be my Mommy’s.  We picked that up last night at Grandpa and Nana Parr’s place.  I like their dog.  Especially the brown spots over her eyes.  Mom keeps saying “be gentle”.  What does that mean?  Anyway, I think there’s some other stuff too, but whatever, I can’t focus long enough to remember.

My new rocking chair!

Oh, hey, guess what?  I can draw with chalk.  Yeah, if you look super duper close in the upper left corner of the picture below, you can see the red lines I drew.  I so know how to write with chalk, which makes me such a smarty pants.  It’s important to be proud of one’s developed skills and talents.

Driveway Chalk Greetings.

You should see me run.  Maybe it’s more like a jog.  I like running up neighbor’s driveways to say hello.  From a short distance.  I’m not into this business of getting too close to people unless I get to know them pretty well first.  I do, however, particularly enjoy getting my hands black by touching dirty hubcaps and putting gravel rocks in my mouth.  Dogs are so cool.  I like to point them out and say lots of stuff like “look at the dog!” but it comes out like “ooooaaaah!!”   The talking is a work in progress.  I do occasionally say maaaa maaaa when I really really really want Mommy to pick me up because I’m cranky or hungry or tired or all three.   It sounds a lot like crying but with an M sound at the beginning.

I get the sense that other people want me to wave to them.  I think that because they always wave to me and look like they expect me to do something.  I smile all charmingly and stuff, but I’m not into doing things just because someone else wants me to do it.  Tha’ts just how I roll.  Sometimes, though, I just wave without warning to throw everyone off.  You gotta keep people guessing.

So that’s all the news for the first annual report.  I’ll check in occasionally for some intermediary reports as I see fit.  Later!

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