New Kicks, New Digs (er, chair. Digs for a peanut are pretty small, so a chair counts)

Grandma Part 2 brought me these frog shoes from Florida. I had a great time kicking them right off, but I let the 'rents get a few pictures of them first. Then, Grandma Part 1 bought me a vibrating chair. See illustration. I'm not quite sure what to think about the vibrator, but I figure I'll tolerate. The adults all seem amused enough.

Milestone update: I gripped a "Tide to Go" eraser pen in my clammy, flailing little hand for at least a minute yesterday, proving that I'm rapidly developing gross motor skills AND that I'm gaining the ability to poke said adults in the forehead when they bug me. Just wait until I manage to gain a bit more dexterity -- annoying adult = stabbed forehead (as long as my mama keeps putting blunt objects in my paws).