visits with Waylon

Yeah. I like my Uncle Dylan. He is a senior in High School. He is really cool...btw. that other kid is Waylon. He likes Dylan too.

I mean. He REALLY LIKES Dylan. 

Waylon and I hung out on the floor together.

I talked to him. He, however, is a baby of few words.

But wow, when he talks he really has something to Say!!

I always respond. Likewise.

Dang! Wish I could do this!..He is seven months old. Anyway, in time. in time...

peace out! 

the fig.

guess what!!

Do you know what I discovered??

I discovered feet!

LEFT!

RIGHT!

Now what to do with them..hm.

Puppies!!

There were puppies @ grandma's house this weekend (She is a foster parent for pups and dogs at the local pound, which means keeping them and caring for them until they are either a) over their infection or b) old enough to adopt). Lynda and Amanda came over to visit to see the puppies and me, no pictures though :(..

 I liked the puppies.
Grandma and I sat on the newly washed floor and Stella (the puppy) came up to me and licked and licked my fingers.
I talked and talked and talked and talked (rather adamantly) to the puppies.

Puppies are not SO unlike me. And yet they are...

Grandma will return them to the pound this Friday. They will be old enough for someone to adopt.