Sunday, August 17, 2008
Street fest
Well I haven't been sleeping very well, but other than that it has been a good week. I've been watching more of the Olympics, which is big fun. That Phelps guy is pretty good. (He should see me in the bathtub, though.)
Friday night we stayed home, but Saturday night we went out to the Maderia Street Fest. The band DV8 was playing in the street, and they were very good. It was a nice night, too, and we had a good time.
Sunday we had lunch with Grandma and Grandpa, had a big nap. Daddy worked on Mommy's motorcycle, and Mommy and I sorted out all of my clothes. We boxed up the ones that are too small for me now so we can sell them on eBay. Oh yeah.
Friday night we stayed home, but Saturday night we went out to the Maderia Street Fest. The band DV8 was playing in the street, and they were very good. It was a nice night, too, and we had a good time.
Sunday we had lunch with Grandma and Grandpa, had a big nap. Daddy worked on Mommy's motorcycle, and Mommy and I sorted out all of my clothes. We boxed up the ones that are too small for me now so we can sell them on eBay. Oh yeah.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
I have Olympic fever
Friday night Mommy went out to see my friend Shannon at the hospital. Don't worry, she's not sick -- she had a baby! I was sick Wednesday night, then on Thursday and again on Friday (I felt OK but I kept throwing up!) so I didn't go with Mommy to see little Hallie -- I wouldn't want to make her sick! (Don't worry about me, either: My Grandpa stopped at his office late Friday night just to meet Daddy and me and give me a chiropractic adjustment. After that it was like someone flipped a switch and I was 100% better!)
So anyway Dad and I were watching TV Friday night and the opening ceremony for the 29th Olympics were on. Oh man was that neat! All of those athletes from all over the world, all carrying their country's flag and smiling. It was really cool. I'm just sorry I missed the first 28 Olympics. (I wonder if Aunt Nicole has them on her TiVo....)
On Saturday we got to watch some Olympic swimming. It was really neat, and boy do those athletes swim fast. I think I'd like to swim like that someday. I bet I would be good at it. Heck you should see me now in the bathtub, and I'm only seven months old!
On Sunday morning we all went to church. This week Dad got up even earlier than Mommy and me because he was in charge of the sound board at church. Our church has three services every Sunday morning and this week he had to stay and work during all of them, even after Mommy and I left to come home. We went to lunch after he finally got home, but we didn't get to eat with Grandma and Grandpa because it was so late.
Sunday evening we got to see more swimming. The goofy announcers keep talking about some guy named Michael Phelps, but I never get to see him because he always swims after my bedtime. I hear he's not too bad, though.
This week I've been watching some swimming and some beach volleyball. Man those girls from the USA can play some volleyball! Wow!
But mostly I just think it's neat how everyone gets along so well. The athletes and even entire countries! There is a lady from Zimbabwe who is a great swimmer, and before one of her races the announcers told us what happened at the last Olympics: She won three medals, and after the Olympics ended and she went home to Zimbabwe, the had parades and celebrations for her and everyone got along, for a few days at least. How cool would that be, to bring a few days of peace to a country that is full of fighting?
I think my favorite swimmer is Dara Torres, though. I heard she won a Silver medal on Sunday, and she's as old as my Dad for crying out loud! And he's old! I figure in a couple of years he'll need a walker, and here's this lady not only swimming in the Olympics but winning medals! Wow!
So anyway Dad and I were watching TV Friday night and the opening ceremony for the 29th Olympics were on. Oh man was that neat! All of those athletes from all over the world, all carrying their country's flag and smiling. It was really cool. I'm just sorry I missed the first 28 Olympics. (I wonder if Aunt Nicole has them on her TiVo....)
On Saturday we got to watch some Olympic swimming. It was really neat, and boy do those athletes swim fast. I think I'd like to swim like that someday. I bet I would be good at it. Heck you should see me now in the bathtub, and I'm only seven months old!
On Sunday morning we all went to church. This week Dad got up even earlier than Mommy and me because he was in charge of the sound board at church. Our church has three services every Sunday morning and this week he had to stay and work during all of them, even after Mommy and I left to come home. We went to lunch after he finally got home, but we didn't get to eat with Grandma and Grandpa because it was so late.
Sunday evening we got to see more swimming. The goofy announcers keep talking about some guy named Michael Phelps, but I never get to see him because he always swims after my bedtime. I hear he's not too bad, though.
This week I've been watching some swimming and some beach volleyball. Man those girls from the USA can play some volleyball! Wow!
But mostly I just think it's neat how everyone gets along so well. The athletes and even entire countries! There is a lady from Zimbabwe who is a great swimmer, and before one of her races the announcers told us what happened at the last Olympics: She won three medals, and after the Olympics ended and she went home to Zimbabwe, the had parades and celebrations for her and everyone got along, for a few days at least. How cool would that be, to bring a few days of peace to a country that is full of fighting?
I think my favorite swimmer is Dara Torres, though. I heard she won a Silver medal on Sunday, and she's as old as my Dad for crying out loud! And he's old! I figure in a couple of years he'll need a walker, and here's this lady not only swimming in the Olympics but winning medals! Wow!
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
My mouth hurts
Oh man does my mouth hurt! Saturday it wasn't too bad -- Dad and I got up early and went to Grandma's house for the whole day! He was helping Papsy put some kind of wood on the floor called "Pergo." (I don't know what it means but that's a funny word -- Pergo.) Anyway we spent the whole day there, and I got to play with Grandma and my Cousin Hayley. It was great! 
Grandma even took the cushions from the couch and made a bed for us in the middle of the living room floor, and Hayley and I had a little siesta right there.
But Saturday night I woke up in the middle of the night with my mouth hurting so badly. Oh it was rough. Mommy calmed me down and I finally did get back to sleep, but it was not fun. Then Sunday we went to church, and then to that fish place where they have the big tank of lobsters. (Those things are creepy.)
Then Sunday evening I was in so much pain again. I had my bath which was big fun as always, but that was just a temporary distraction. By the time Dad and I got my pajamas on I was crying again. (Hey buddy, if your mouth hurt that bad you'd cry too!) Mommy rubbed that stuff on my gums to help make them numb (oh it tastes terrible) and that helped some, but they still hurt. I did finally fall asleep and I slept through the night.
Monday I went back to school and that's where it happened: My first two teeth came popping out of my gums. Everyone at my school was so excited. Well the grown-ups anyway, I don't think the other kids care one way or the other. Mommy cried a little (???) and of course had to call Daddy and tell him right away.
For those of you keeping score at home, they are on the bottom, front and center. There's one that you can see all the way across the top of the tooth, and the other just has one corner of it sticking out. Finally! Maybe now I can get a break from all of this aching in my mouth.
Yesterday was pretty uneventful, but tonight Grandma was here at my house with me. I think Mommy had to work late, and Daddy had to go to some thing at the church, so I'm here hanging out with Grandma. I love it when she comes to visit. I think she likes it too, except tonight I may have thrown up on her just a little. OK it was more than a little. Both times. I couldn't help it though. I hope she'll still want to come back.... (I think she will.)
Grandma even took the cushions from the couch and made a bed for us in the middle of the living room floor, and Hayley and I had a little siesta right there.But Saturday night I woke up in the middle of the night with my mouth hurting so badly. Oh it was rough. Mommy calmed me down and I finally did get back to sleep, but it was not fun. Then Sunday we went to church, and then to that fish place where they have the big tank of lobsters. (Those things are creepy.)
Then Sunday evening I was in so much pain again. I had my bath which was big fun as always, but that was just a temporary distraction. By the time Dad and I got my pajamas on I was crying again. (Hey buddy, if your mouth hurt that bad you'd cry too!) Mommy rubbed that stuff on my gums to help make them numb (oh it tastes terrible) and that helped some, but they still hurt. I did finally fall asleep and I slept through the night.
Monday I went back to school and that's where it happened: My first two teeth came popping out of my gums. Everyone at my school was so excited. Well the grown-ups anyway, I don't think the other kids care one way or the other. Mommy cried a little (???) and of course had to call Daddy and tell him right away.
For those of you keeping score at home, they are on the bottom, front and center. There's one that you can see all the way across the top of the tooth, and the other just has one corner of it sticking out. Finally! Maybe now I can get a break from all of this aching in my mouth.
Yesterday was pretty uneventful, but tonight Grandma was here at my house with me. I think Mommy had to work late, and Daddy had to go to some thing at the church, so I'm here hanging out with Grandma. I love it when she comes to visit. I think she likes it too, except tonight I may have thrown up on her just a little. OK it was more than a little. Both times. I couldn't help it though. I hope she'll still want to come back.... (I think she will.)
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