Saturday, January 17, 2015

From last Christmas, Comes the Stuffie Apocalypse

For Christmas, my mom and dad bought my brother and I, a whole bunch of stuffies to "play" with. Here's a picture of them all happy and cuddly. Heh, heh, heh...


Okay Sam, here you go. Play nice with the little bunny.


Sam, are you going to play with it or use it as a pillow?


Okay Owen, nicely...


Okay dad, no worries. I'm just "gumming" on the little fella.


Owen! I think that you're chewing on its head.


Oh my gosh! You guys wiped all the stuffies out in half an hour???


Our work is done dad. We saved you and mom from the stuffie apocalypse. 
Ah, wake us for dinner, okay?















Tuesday, January 13, 2015

The Lights of Christmas Past

It's been pretty dark during my morning walks and depending upon how late I'm out in the evenings, it can turn dark quickly. So my peeps have put little lights on the back of my wheelchair so that people and cars can see me.


There's a white flashing light on my left side and a flashing red one on my right. 
I feel safer with them on. When they're flashing, they kind of look like Christmas lights and people smile. And that's a good thing.