Happy Birthday!

Yesterday I turned two months old. I feel amazing. What my folks say about getting older--it's just not true. There's nothing wrong with my hearing, even though they THINK there is when they ask me to come back in the house and I walk the other way. (It's going to take a lot more than "Here, Neville" to get me to stop chasing flower petals, let me tell ya.) My joints are also as fine as can be. I've been jumping on brother Morgan and chasing the cat all week, in fact.

Morgan makes a good case for the disadvantages of getting older, though. He says one day I won't be allowed to steal a washcloth from the bathroom and run with it around the house.

Well, we'll see about that. ...