Oh Yeah, My Blog

It's been a while. Sorry, everyone. My grandpa got mad at us for not posting, but the last couple weeks have been hectic for Dad.

Last Tuesday we went for a walk, and when we got back the carpet was wet. We all figured one of the puppies had not made it to the backyard and had an accident -- until it didn't dry. In fact, it just kept getting wetter and wetter, no matter how many towels Dad used on it. Turns out there was a leak in the water line in the garage, so a plumber came and fixed it -- which lasted over the weekend. The very next Tuesday, another leak sprung farther down the line, under the slab. So Thursday two more plumbers came and re-did all the pipes in the house. Dad and I were very thankful that Auntie Coop is still here, because it made it easier for him to deal with them and get our water working again.

Dad was also the best man at his best friend's wedding in Las Vegas over the weekend. Mom and I were jealous that we didn't get to go, but I'm too little to ride on a plane yet anyway and Mom couldn't get the time off work. So we went to see Transformers instead. I did OK, except for one moment where my diaper couldn't contain what I wanted to put in it, but Mom didn't miss too much of the movie.

So Dad's had a lot of stress, but I like to think I make him feel better. I'm learning a lot these days. I smile more and more, and any day now I'm going to bust out with the belly laugh. When Mom or Dad carries me around on their chests, I pull my head away by myself so I can look around. I like to watch the dogs play while I'm doing my floor exercises. We didn't get to go to fireworks on the Fourth (too rainy), but there's been a lot of thunder and although it gets my attention, I'm not scared of it.

Right now my favorite game is "Superbaby." Dad lifts me up a little bit over his head, and I stretch my legs out behind me. It's so fun! I can't help but smile down at him (it's the first time I've been taller than Dad) and even giggle a little bit sometimes. I also like it when he holds me under my chest and belly and flies me around the house -- sometimes that's the only thing that'll hold me over until the next bottle is warm.

That's all for this time. The next time I update, my dad will probably be 30. I can't imagine ever being that old.