Home Sweet Home

I was such a sweet pea the whole trip that Mommy and Daddy thought I might have a meltdown on the way home, but I was a perfect angel. It wasn't until we got home and Daddy left for his soccer game that I gave Mommy a little trouble in the form of projectile spit-up, blowout poo-poo and an accident with the brown liquid vitamins that stink really badly and stain things. Ooops . . . at least we were at home!

Bridesmaid's bunch

Here I am with Katie Cochran Dolan at Meghan Romey's bridesmaids' brunch in Winnetka, Illinois.


Mommy brought a special outfit for me to wear to the brunch, but because Advantage Rental Car sucks, she didn't have time to change me.

But everyone thought I was adorable and wanted to hold me anyway.

Bye Bye Austin

Here I am getting ready to drive to the airport. See me waving bye-bye? Daddy dressed me in my cute pink and red cherry terry cloth sweatsuit. It was so comfy I slept all the way to the airport. Or maybe I slept because it was 4am. Whatev. The important facts are that I looked adorable for my first trip, and I slept in the car.

Shopping with Mommy in my new bow . .

. . . that fell out somewhere between home and Whole Foods.
It was precious for a minute.

Smiles

I finally decided to show the world my beautiful smile, but mommy's
having a hard time capturing it. She did notice, though, that I only
smile when I play with the toys from Joanne. Here is the last half of
a smile from this morning. I wiggle a lot, so the picture's kind of
blurry.

Look at me holding my toy

I'm not sure what to think of this thing attached to my hand, but it
sure sounds pretty.

Two Saturdays ago, Daddy put me in my Aggie overalls way too early. I had a little explosion in my pants, and was forced to take them off before the game. I pooped in my pants, and Arkansas State pooped on the Aggies.






Last Saturday, I wore my overalls for the entire game, and the Aggies won!

We think there's a correlation. What's your bet for tomorrow? Will the win/loss correspond to the cleanliness of my overalls? Gig 'em . . .