So while my vocab skills are not quite up to actually saying what it is I am doing, I have found that the chairs in the family room leak feathers. I of course then puck them off the chairs and play with them until I loose them. Dad just likes hearing me say, or attempt to say, feather.
Well we obviously didn’t know that ahead of time. We went to Zen West to partake with a thousand other Ravens fans. Dad’s arm was killing him with this odd tendonitis thing going on so we didn’t stay that long but I did manage to get in a few dozen Scooby Doo episodes on the iPad. Too bad they lost really. No one was thrilled. But dad things these early childhood experiences might make me a sports fan. He is a bit worried.
Who has been hiding this all this time? Really, I am writing a letter to management. This stuff is great. Mom and dad get the new blinds for the office and for Riley and I get the bubble wrap. Sweet.
This is my new latest hobby. I am actually getting able to hit the ball on occasion. Plus, I like it even more wearing a Home Depot hat. Dad is increasingly worried about my sports interest.
As the trip culminates a group photo was in order. Not bad either. Although I am now realizing what a camera is and am posing for these things a bit less than i used to.
So dad and grandpa were hot on the trail of finishing a bunch of work this week and I was bound to help out. Here is a little clip of what it looked like braving the cold of the attic to give grandpa a screw.
My new trick. This one is making everyone a bit nervous…
[album: http://www.cooperhampton.com/wp-content/plugins/dm-albums/dm-albums.php?currdir=/wp-content/cooperAlbums/Cooper in a bag/]So while I got a ton of stuff for Christmas I have to say the loudest one was definitely these drums. Yes. indeed. Loudness not withstanding, this toy is killer. I can now say though that I may be a drummer someday in a band. Dad says drummers don’t fare well in the band paradigm but I think they gotta do better than banjo players right?