From Wikipedia: "Physics is the science of matter and its motion, as well as space and time. It is the science that deals with concepts such as force, energy, mass, and charge. Physics is an experimental science;it is the general analysis of nature. Its purpose is to understand how the universe behaves."
WOW! Talk about a constant source of intrigue?!? When I first got wind of this stuff, my head was spinning... Literally. I was siting on the floor playing a game of ring toss, when, WHAM!, I lost my balance and fell head first into the coffee table. Shaking off the stars (and the crocodile tears), swiftly, Mommy came to rescue me. It was then that I finally began to understand all those TV specials on Newtonian Mechanics that I've been forced to watch recently.
That part on Angular Velocity? Crystal clear now. err... at least I think so.
Deciding to leave the college level math aside for a few decades, I instead sought out to master and understand the domain that is my own little physical world... First up - my bottle and the study of gravitation.
Around the 6-month point (after my appetite crossed the 32 oz. a day threshold), I was introduced to the bottle. No, not the kind that daddy drinks out of on weekends, the one with the formula on it! Well, I took to it like a duck to water, and have been chuggin' ever since. Problem though, I was lazy.
Almost immediately, I would take my two grubby little hands and hold the bottle all by myself. This was great - Dad and Mom (well, mostly Mom) finally had a chance to put me down and let me do my thing. This was like an extra three hours being added to the day! My laziness quickly took over though, as I would relax my hands for a second and thus drop my bottle. Or, I'd manage to keep a grip, but would start to rest it on my chest. In both these cases, no matter how many times I took a deep drag from the tip of that bottle nip, nothing would come out. Then, the light bulb sprung to life. It was gravity working against me!
Understanding those basic tenants, which was followed by practice (along with some extra muscle mass being added to my frame), the problem was solved, and I learned to prop up my bottle. The sweet ambrosia of formula was now free to flow effortlessly downhill into my gullet. Very ladylike description, no? Believe me, there's nothing ladylike about my eating habits as a result.
This, what goes up must come down, perspective was just lovely, and with it's comprehension came the ability to feed myself all the liquids I need daily. (Working on the straw and sippy cups right now). Phew though, I'm bushed-tired yet again, because with those aforementioned "extra three hours" afforded Mom, she's begun taking me on wild adventures in the city. Spring has arrived, and like the prettiest peony, I'm starting to bloom!
Atop The Throne
"remember when I barely filled the inner lining of this chair?
"yes, the head accessory theme continues"
Focusing On The Task At Hand
"that'll do it for me, lights out"
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