Dad calls this my princess pose. Fitting isn't it? As royalty, I sit like this a lot. Its nice that Dad knows how to address me. I'm still wondering about Kavan, however. Does he have the brains to be a prince? Just tonight, Mom and I were up on the balcony playing. We both looked down into the family room on Kavan, who was sitting in Mom's chair. I invited him to come up. So you know what he did? He tried to climb up the wall, using the lamp and picture to gain some traction. This did not make Dad happy. Mom and I just laughed. I mean, really, just come up the stairs silly!! Dad had to carry him upstairs to show him the balcony (this is the same one he does the high wire act on the banister) and make him look down on me and Mom. I think I saw some glimmer of recognition after that. Yessh. I think I embarrassed him so much he had to go sulk by Dad's shoes.
Sorry we haven't been around much. Mom's rehearsing for a Celtic Christmas show, and she and Dad have some big decisions in front of them. The kind that determines how the next phase of their life might go. What could be so difficult about that? I mean, of course they will be taking care of Kavan and I. What is to decide?