At first, Atlas didn’t know what to make of me.  But as it turns out, he and I have something in common. <Yawn!>  I think we’re going to get along just fine.

Grandma came to visit and help take care of me and Mom.  She doesn’t look to put out about it if you ask me…

(It’s not her fault – she can’t resist my Grand-magnatism.  Or is it Grandma-gnatism?)

Dad and I are having a little bonding time.  Dad is really great taking care of me, but let’s just say that hopefully Mom will continue picking out my clothes…