"You talkin' ta me?" Mirrors take on a whole new meaning nowadays. After dinnertime, our latest entertainment is the one man show on the hallway closet. You'd think we never feed Owen, considering the amount of drool on his left sleeve. This week he started to get on all fours, head pressed to the floor, rocking his heinie back and forth. No forward motion yet, but he has figured how to move himself backward, so he says goodbye to the guy in the glass until one of us reacquaints them.