Your dad sets aside a twelve-by-twelve art panel only for a moment to catalog recent goings on. Shortly after mealtimes, you go from a sitting position, to a faceplant on your cheek (sunburned during your first push on a baby swing), to a push-up position, to scooting backwards in meandering L shapes between the living room bookcase and dining room table.
Braving the mall with your lolo and lola's money, your mom and dad pick out new outfits for you. With the clothes in Children's Place too '80s revival, and Baby Gap selling not a penny below manufacturers' suggested retail prices, Kohl's won out with their fluffy polar bear hoodies, Where Is Carmen San Diego jackets, and ear-to-ear turkey bibs. Aside from the clothing's temperature-clutching properties, your mom and dad felt that these were the first things they got to pick with nothing but cute factor in mind. Your mom was on hand to affirm said cuteness of dad's picks, and to calculate the mathematics of what size clothing you'll require in relation to what projected season the Rogue Valley will be in, divided by the necessities of conspicuously propped Labor Day sale signs. It's also important to fend off the cooling weather while you're sneezing heavily; since lolo and lola first encouraged you to chew on a disintegrating coaster and, thinking better of that, the laminated corner of a Red Lobster menu.
Your dad hits the Publish Post button and returns to his pen and ink drawing, which will hang alongside forty-nine other local artists' saleable artwork inside Porters restaurant in one month's time.
