Don't Let Me Forget

I wish I had a picture, but if I did, it would need to be a video. Watching my youngest daughter run through the house (which she loves to do, run) is so entertaining. She is usually looking behind her, or anywhere but in front and heads right into every wall, piece of furniture in the house. Yet, with all of the 'rick-a-shad-ing' (that is a word, I just don't have a clue how to spell it), she doesn't normally hit anything. I think I am watching a "Family Circus" cartoon where the artist draws lines for all of the places the little characters run in the neighborhood or yard. That is my daughter.

Now to describe my middle daughter transporting through the house:  she is always on stage - ALWAYS. She'll do cutesy moves with her hands and twirl, all the while talking to herself the entire time.

My oldest is the most deliberate, yet the pokiest puppy you'd ever meet. He takes FOREVER to get out the door 90% of the time, and not to be malicious. He is just that way, there is always something better to be doing. However, when he has made up his mind, there is NO stopping him. He gets determined and sets his little jaw and off he goes, pounding as loudly and fiercely as he can be.