One thing missing from our house is a bridge. Once I noticed this obvious deficiency I sprang into action and built one between the couch and the coffee table. Looking back into my past, somebody must have seen this coming. It was a temporary structure and not as useful as a regular bridge, but nobody can ever claim that our house has never had a bridge.
I cannot do it all by myself, but if I get a little help (for example my mommy’s leg strategically placed next to the couch), I get to a more manageable height. Once I get one of my knees on the couch, the other one follows very quickly. After that I am on the couch for all practical purposes and I can focus on other activities.
My mommy is Iranian, my daddy is Romanian, but I can be so French. Just look at me wearing my mommy’s hat!
After I stopped pretending to be French, I studied again the irreversible transition between stable states. Intermediate states are quite difficult to maintain, especially after you get beyond the point of no return.
While sitting I noticed daddy’s foot appearing from underneath the couch, then disappearing. Because this happened several times, I started thinking where daddy’s foot could possibly go when it was out of my eyesight. This and similarly unexpected events are still under investigation.
I am more and more willing to spend time on my tummy, especially if I can find something interesting to do. A rattle or a colorful object can distract me for some time, helping me to exercise my back muscles. As my back muscles become stronger, I can spend even more time on my tummy. Isn’t positive feedback awesome?