coconut and roses

So Mom's flipped.

Or maybe I flipped around too much.

Either way, she's getting irritated with me for making her sick.

She's sniffing coconut and roses. The roses are because Dad got 'em for her. The coconut is because it smells really, really good--and she doesn't like to smell *anything* right now.

This whole thing seems a little suspect to me.

Mom will be nine weeks pregnant this Wednesday. That means that I don't have a tail anymore. And I get bones this week. I am getting in touch with my duck ancestors (those came through on dad's side) and working with webbed fingers this week.

And hello! I'm in here people! Can't you feel me moving when you touch me?