![IMG_20181230_122902.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmcP18DkUwtDZzNGJCg5zyyXtaiMK8Qg5mmEVWCUmKXsrT/IMG_20181230_122902.jpg) Hello, everyone! This is me speaking, Little Ru. My Mommy and Daddy still call me Baby Ru, but they are a bit slow. As far as I know, babies don’t walk… dah! I can walk for three months now. Three months! This is exactly 90 days and *still* they haven’t noticed that I am not a baby anymore. 90 days for processing it… and no results yet. Can you believe this? But they are just waaaaay too old, I guess. They are like dinosaurs. Maybe that’s the reason. Dinosaurs can’t count, can they? Anyway, I wanted to say hi and to inform you that I would like to share my observations on life from time to time. Because, not only that Mommy and Daddy don’t notice how grown-up I am, *but they don’t notice a bunch of stuff*. Very important stuff. And I feel the need to talk about this stuff. For example, last month they bought a piece of land, something that looks like an empty yard. They say they want to build a house there. Which is great, I guess! As long as they don’t destroy the nice pile of sticks I discovered in the bottom of the yard. **I really like sticks**. I try to hide them everywhere possible so that I never run out of sticks. I even managed to bring one into my bed the other day. ![val_pic.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmZJm368wMSSSS5KBdv6rEecVXnYcUdoKXCTta7ZRdRhsB/val_pic.jpg) **This is the pile of sticks I found. How cool is that!** See, that’s what I am talking about. Mommy and Daddy would never notice the nice pile of sticks because they are too busy talking about the house. And they miss all the fun! Maybe they think that they are too grown-up to have a stick? This is exactly why I tried to show them a very nice stick yesterday. But then I got a bit distracted by another one and forgot. Look, I get distracted very easily. Grown-ups are just the opposite. When they start thinking about something, they just can’t help themselves and stop. *That’s why I believe that it’s a good thing to get distracted from time to time.* You can’t be mad at someone for too long if you are able to forget what you were mad about in the first place. And the other day I heard Mommy say that it is not a good thing to be mad for long periods of time. *That’s why I let myself get distracted all the time*. Like right now. What were we talking about? Yes, about Mommy and Daddy, and grown-ups as a whole, who miss the important things. And if you wonder, the important things are *the things that make you happy*. Especially, if they make the others happy, too. A stick makes me happy. And yesterday, when I finally managed to show my stick to Mommy and Daddy, they become very happy, too. I am not sure if it was the stick or it was me that made them so happy? Maybe they do like sticks after all? Anyway, the stick seems to be an important thing to me. And I seem to be an important thing to Mommy and Daddy. ![IMG_0088.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmZ6w49zBkUAVDH44UocE3p7HfdUtdVtpG21FRSNG4Hzvd/IMG_0088.jpg) **This is a friend of mine, who is also an important thing to me. She likes my sticks very much. So much, that she sometimes steals them.** However, if you are not happy, but the others are happy about something, then maybe what they are happy about is not an important thing for you. And it is important for you to be happy, too! So you should also find something to be happy about. Like Daddy and me. Daddy seems to be very happy about his computer. We have so many things in common! I am very happy about his computer, too. Every time when I enter the room I try to unplug it for him. Just to give him a hand, you know. But he doesn’t allow me to do so and then I become very unhappy, while Daddy stays happy on his computer. But I know that I have to deal with it and find something else that makes me happy. So usually I start playing with his gadgets. However, Daddy becomes immediately unhappy. But he is too sensitive about his stuff, I guess. He will get over it someday. ![IMG_9756.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmQBAJNvpBMmHFjv11cmtp4ptCkwMP2EW52kajMwYfqodu/IMG_9756.jpg) **This is Timur. He is also important to me. He makes me happy, but sometimes I make him unhappy. Maybe because I stepped on his tale a few times.** As far as I know, it’s not a good thing if you are happy *and* the others are unhappy. But it happens sometimes. Like the other night, when Mom seemed a bit unhappy that I didn’t want to go to bed, but I was rather happy that I played with my toys an hour longer. However, as far as I know, it’s terrible if you are happy **because** the others are unhappy. ![IMG_20190421_125924.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmNi1DWsBv1Qvx92nEQhr1BmX1Tq8MdHs1Czfo8Eu5ijcL/IMG_20190421_125924.jpg) **That's the stick I found today.** What was I talking about earlier? Grrr, see, I got distracted again. I was saying that Mommy and Daddy didn’t notice the pile of sticks because they were talking about a house that *doesn’t even exist now*. While the pile of sticks *exists now*. Do you see what I mean? And there is something more. I somehow like the piece of land now when there is no house on it. Because everything is possible right now. We could build anything on it. Like a knight castle for example. I would love if we build a knight castle. And it will be so cool if they get me a horse! Although I am too short for a horse right now, I will get taller eventually (that's what Daddy said). Or, we could build a maze and play hide and seek in there. Or we could even build a space station and fly to the moon. See? That’s what I am talking about. When we have an empty yard, we also have all the possibilities in the world. When we build the house, we won’t have all the other options. So, it’s nice to have an empty yard. Just like an open mind. There is a place for everything in there. ![IMG_20181230_122902.jpg](https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmcP18DkUwtDZzNGJCg5zyyXtaiMK8Qg5mmEVWCUmKXsrT/IMG_20181230_122902.jpg) **An open space is like an open mind. There is a place for everything in there.** Created by @insight-out, Valeria Sim All rights reserved. **Images:** My archive. Use with permission only.