I have never been very good at driving backwards, but I fear that I've gotten worse. Last night, as I was trying to negotiate a particularly tricky (for me) parking job, I was bemoaning my new talent for running into large stationary objects.
And what do I do?
I inadvertently slapped Robb upside the head while parallel parking.
Robb and Kara found this terribly amusing. I really wasn't sure if I should laugh or cry.
And as if That Wasn't Enough....
Among the strawberries I bought this weekend was a special one. Robb took the kitty whiskers that I collect from the carpet and am incapable of throwing away, and made this little cat head puppet.
And then he chased the cats (in paralyzed slow-motion) around the apartment, holding a strawberry in one hand and a camera in the other. Since he did this without the use of a cane, I'll stretch the definition and call this Physical Therapy.
He has been doing other, more productive things with his days, but I'll leave it to him to describe those activities.