On Friday morning I left my house with my Grandpa and rode for three hours in the back seat all by myself to his house in Indiana. I didn't cry one bit and Grandpa said that I was a really good boy in the car. Of course I was crying secretly because I had no idea where we were going or what Grandpa would do to me if I cried, so I decided to keep my feelings and emotions to myself. I'm like that.
When we got to Grandpa's town we picked up Grandma and her silly sweet rolls and took them to where Grandpa works. The ladies who work there drooled over me as much as I drooled over them. I flirted openly and without shame.
I think we all know where my hand was headed here. I get away with stuff like that because I'm only six months old.
When Grandma took me back to her house it was time for me to eat those strained green beans she'd made for me. It was a harrowing experience, to say the least.
I totally gagged, natch.
When Grandpa got home he gave me a bath in the kitchen sink. I'm like seriously? Have they no clue that I gave up sink baths when I was a baby? The humiliation was extreme.
I settled down when they put me in my favorite towel and I'm thinking of using this photo on my Match.com profile. Chicks dig guys in yellow. Something about showing off my feminine side, I think I heard Mom say one time.
Or I might use this pic because personally, I think chicks also dig guys in hats. Whichever picture I use, I plan on having a hot date by next weekend.
Unless Grandpa decides to use the hat trick to pick up his own hot chick.
Saturday was all about football and since this is my first football season, I'm being programmed to root for the correct teams. Dad says I'm too young to know how to pick the right teams myself, so he'll do it for me and he'll buy me all the appropriate team gear to wear as I grow up. Grandpa said that there's two things in life you can't pick for yourself: your religion and your favorite football teams.
I did discover that timing is everything, and when Grandpa got wrapped up in watching a certain play, I took advantage of the situation. Dad says that Miller Light is the proper beer to drink, but Grandpa insists that Bud Light is better. I think that when I grow up they're actually going to let me choose my own favorite beer!
Even when we went outside, they all sat around a TV that Grandpa had set up on the patio. They pulled me clear over into the shaded corner of the yard and left me there by myself while they watched more football.
A lot of my favorite people were at Grandma and Grandpa's this weekend. I'll start with Mom, because she'll get mad at me if I don't always put her first. (Moms are like that.)
Then there was Aunt Molly, my Godmother.
And Uncle Kellen, my Godfather.
I'm not sure why there aren't any pictures of me with my Dad, Uncle Matt, Colleen or Ken, but I think Dad said something about Grandma going to bed early because she had too much "medicine" and she was the one taking the pictures.
Anyway, my favorite 50 things about the weekend were my diaper changes. I love having a nakie butt and being able to grab my feet. (I can almost get them in my mouth now!)
I can't wait to go visit Grandma and Grandpa again. But between you and me, I hope she loses the rest of those nasty green beans before I go back.
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