We didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. Gus has a cold so was a bit dopey, red cheeked and more snuggly than usual. It also meant more reading and at one point I asked, ‘where’s the kitty?’ in the picture… and he pointed right to it. And later to another one in another book. We had no idea he could point let alone pick out a cat.
He’s taller these days- or more sure on his feet -so he can reach things on the top of the tables -like a handful of quarters to stuff in the mouth. He gets a gleam in his eye when you tell him a joke or right before he pulls his socks off. And he likes to walk outside.