Going to Geogetown

This spring I got strong like bull in my neck and head. I started rolling with the best of them, and graduated from PT at Good Beginnings. I still check in, because they miss me, but I am now an alum, which is nice.
My most recent adventures include a bunch of visits to new friends who try to get me to clap when they say things like "sweet potato" and "mommy" into a speaker, like it is karoke or something. They don't know that my vocabulary is actually loaded with words like "frozen waffle" and "you have a time out for kicking the dog" due to my environment, but I am guest there, so who am I to judge?
At Georgetown audiology, mommy made me wear a winter hat with ear flaps on a spring day, right after they put the special headphones in my ears. This made it very hard for me to win the game where I pull the wires out, which was a pain for a second, but then there were all these bubbles to look at. Mommy noticed that it always the doctoral student who blows the bubbles. She once again feels that perhaps she went to school for the wrong thing. More later, but if I don't smile when you say, sweet potato on the left, don't think it is because I am not hungry! Try again!