I thought Johnny and I were a team. Apparently, something has shifted because he’s cleaned up my messes one too many times.

And has now created a blockade in the kitchen.

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There’s nothing to see here, Mom. You just finish reading the paper and making your selections. I’ll keep exploring while you’re voting at the local precinct.

Remember to bring me a sticker.

Apparently, I’m celebrating All Hallows Eve as a pirate.

Because my older siblings decided for me and bought my costume.

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As the days grow shorter and the temperatures cooler, I’m reminded of stories from our summer that I haven’t had a chance to share.

Let’s travel back to a small church in a small town in northern Wisconsin.

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Apparently, I’ve turned into quite a terror and I can destroy a room in record time. All of my therapists love this because it means I’m active and gaining strength, particularly in my upper body.

Mom isn’t so sure.

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Mom and I returned home safely after 2,538.8 miles.

I think that .8 of a mile was the hardest.

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ln the last 72 hours Mom and I have driven from Chicago to Boston in monsoon level rains, made a visit to the University of Michigan Pediatric ER (G-tube issue), hung out at the McGee Toyota dealership while some of the greatest humans on the planet diagnosed a “Check Engine” light on the van, and moved Greta into her apartment. Oh, and I got a haircut.

It’s been great. Mom has some fabulous stories to write. But now we’re heading to Ikea.

This is Winnie. She belongs to my Aunt Karen. I’ve learned several behavioral techniques from this sweet, supersized lab with a penchant for everything from frozen vegetables to whipped topping.

Today’s lesson was on the science of begging.

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After a long day, I settle in my crib with a favorite book. About a little blue truck. And as I drift off to sleep, I mark my place.

So that I can pick up the story again in the morning.