We all knew the day was coming, we all ignored the inevitable but the march of time cannot be stopped. Not by mom, dad, baby or the unbelieveable denial of the fact that three months is three month. That means back to work mom. She “celebrated” by Bjorning me on a 10 block walk along with grandma and the three dogs. Way to celebrate eh? Dad caught up with us just coming home. I was beat and needed a bath/bottle/bed so it was perfect timing. Tomorrow they try both working.
So three months it is folks. Three months, can you believe it? Crazy man. So to commemorate the occassion, aunt Jenny mailed us this spiffy stomach-spinning-wonder that I just can’t quite figure out yet but it is so cool, I am all over it.
Then Pugsly had to jump in on the action and say hello. I was happy to oblige. Posting a gallery of third month stuff too so take a peek at that!
In 1917 Americans were off to WWI. A few million of them got there via Hoboken. Believe it or not Hoboken was the primary point for sailors to ship out. General Pershing was once quoted as saying “by the winter on 1917 I will have all of you in heaven, hell, or Hoboken”.
Dad thought this amazing show should be my first museum opening. He was right. The show was good. A little funny watching dad wander my stroller through the crowds (mom skipped this one) but aside from that, great introduction to museum life.
So in light of summer winding down grandma planned a big crab feast. Although I was asleep during most of the adult time we were thankfully able to get this shot with me and a rather big crab. I dig these things. Dad was kind enough to wash this guy off ahead of time so that I was not all “Old Bayed”. Not good enough for mom though who insisted on putting a napkin on my lap. Crab feast número UNO is officially in the can.
So we went to Maryland today just in time foe the hurricane. Sweet. Actually for us here “hurricane” is more like a bit of rain and bad skies. Mom thought this hoodie was pretty cool to keep me warm today.
So mom took me to the park today to play on the fake grass. Strange eh? Fake grass? Anyway, not the point. So I just about had enough of this bobble head immobility. So, I decided to flip over and make a run for it. Didn’t work. Turns out, still got a bit of the bobble but no arm strength just yet to carry me away. Taking after mom and dad in almost every way, I didn’t accept the first result and tried again. Two flips and no escape. Oh well. I suppose I am stuck with these folks for a little while longer.
So grandma and grandpa are all into having fun these days and part of that is getting their bocci on. As I saluter their youthful exhiberance I have to say it was hotter than hades out there. Needless to say I was not thrilled. A bit crabby I was. We powered through though and all was good. These folks do take their bocci pretty seriously though.
Ok so I think perhaps they went a little crazy here. Contrary to what you may think this truckload of food is not for the latest relief food drop to Bosnia but rather for the 45 or so people coming to my California baby shower. Um, wow. We will be eating ham and cheese rolls for a month.
