Otis

Riley's most recent discovery is that he has a last name. I suspect this has a lot to do with the fact that we are often shouting "Wrigley Otis" and "Riley Otis" when one (or both) is misbehaving. Now, when he wants to get someone's attention, he will yell their full name. For example, on a recent walk, he shouted, "Re-lee Otis bah hee" (translation: "Wrigley Otis back here"). This morning, while eating his breakfast, he was apparently practicing names - Daddy Otis, Monny Otis, Winston Otis, Wrigley Otis, Riley Otis. I was so impressed that he seemed to know exactly who the members of his family were.

It was right about the time that I was high-fiving and congratulating myself on his imminent full-ride academic scholarship to one of his grandfather's fancy ivy league schools when he uttered those shameful yet unmistakable words: "Kitty Cat Otis". Not only is there not a cat in the Otis family, but cats are the sworn enemy of Winston and Wrigley.

Here's to hoping he's a lefty.