There is nothing more American than fireworks, apple pie, and good ol fashion BBQ. I might only be a few weeks old, but that doesn’t mean I only have to drink breast milk. No way I am going to let some homemade BBQ get away from me. Reggie and Sonia were nice enough to make mom and dad a huge plate of ribs and baked beans. It was delicious, and my gas was extrordinary that day. Pfft!
So mom and dad thought it would be funny to throw a bunch of cash in my crib and let me roll around in it. Kinda like in the movies. I’ve never felt so violated. Benjamin Franklin and I were intimate.
My oh my how busy I have been. You can see the beautiful blanket that Grandma Bobby made for my crib. It is so nice, I promise not to upchuck all over it. I also got to meet Uncle Adam and Aunt Lauren, and Scott and Beth. Plus, Uncle Jack and I relaxed with Grandpa and Cousin Max while we all watched some football. Oh yeah, and daddy tried to eats my foots. Don’t do that daddy, it hurted…
It is quite obvious that I have a full head of hair. It is enough to make the women swoon and the men jealous with envy. Apparently it is also super fun for mom to wet it down and style it in 100 different ways. One day I’ll get even with her, but for now, she wins.
Mom and Dad finally took me home on September 17th. I was excited to settle down and relax at my pad.
Boy oh boy am I tired. It is 12:09am and I have finally arrived. I am a cute little devil, with a full head of hair. The nurses all oohed and ahhed when they saw me. They worked hard to clean me up so I would be presentable to my mom, dad, grandparents and aunt.
