At 33 pounds (11 per foot, as Mommy and Daddy like to say), I'm a handful. When I want to dance, which consists of someone else dancing while they hold me listening to my favorite tunes from Mommy's ipod, it doesn't matter who's around, as long as they have the physical wherewithal to "keep up." As you can see, Grandpa ran out of steam as we danced to Ring of Fire (my favorite song).
Sunday, March 02, 2008
BTW...anything about Mommy look different...perhaps there is some news yet to break on the blog about my future as an old sibling? And, I'm doing my best impression of Steve Buscemi from Armageddon, except I can not yet chant "no nukes! no nukes!" to the chagrin of anyone I'm with.
OK, maybe that's a little harsh. Daddy's pulled pork BBQ sandwich was, in a word, "awesome." But, according to Daddy, the men's room was terrible. Aunt Pam, Uncle Roy, Mommy, Daddy and me hit St. Augustine, some city in northern Florida with some sort of historical significance that I'll learn about later in life and then forget when I create a blog for my children and can't remember it, like Daddy.
When I wasn't too busy working the cash register, Max the Dog and I had a good time, walking around the neighborhood and checking out Uncle Roy's plantings in the back yard. Considering all the hugging and some poking and prodding, Max was a real sport.
Aunt Pam and Uncle Roy put us up for 5 days in their luxurious penthouse bonus room. And, they were gracious enough to let me wear my Red Sox garb, including Daddy's hat that reminds everyone that the Sox won the World Series last year. Yes, there was some banter regarding 18-1 and some football team from the area, but, there were few if any comebacks when the discussion switched to the relative merits of any of the Florida NFL franchises, especially fellow AFC East representative and league doormat, the Miami Dolphins.