Gramps knew how much I loved the flying pig in the infant room at my daycare, so he found one on eBay and got it for me. Loves it!
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August has already been a busy month. Moms had her 20th high school reunion weekend (yep, she's super old...but not as old as Pops!). She and Pops went to the Friday night festivities without me, and on Saturday I went with Moms to a picnic and met some of her high school pals. I developed a bit of a cough and runny nose during that week, so we accelerated my 15-month appointment and went to see the doc. For some reason, my parents thought they should get me checked out before our trip to France.
I'm proud to report that I'm now 28 pounds, 4 ounces (91st percentile), 32 inches long (81st percentile), and my head circumference is 19-1/2 inches around (96th percentile). Don't think I don't notice the disparity there. It's all I can do to keep from tipping over.
3 manly dudes get pedis.
The weekend before we left for France was busy busy busy! On Saturday Moms paid for Pops and cousins Jordan and Kevin to get pedicures. She usually takes their sister Katy Jo, and the guys wanted to see what all of the fuss was about. I think it's safe to say they were non-plussed.
Then we headed over to Auntie Feather's house to celebrate Jordan and Katy Jo's birthdays. It was fun until I got stung by a wasp. Yuck!
On Sunday, I got to meet Mr. Brian, Miss Jenn, Bennett and Briscoe. Mr. Brian and Miss Jenn are college classmates of my Moms. They were driving through Portland so we spent a little time at Jameson Square so Bennett and I could run around in the fountain. It was going great until I leaned on a big ball that rolled out from under me, causing me to take a header onto the cement. I had a sweet abrasion on my eyebrow. THEN we took Maxwell to his babysitter's house, and then Moms packed and packed and packed.
Silver Bullet. Nice.
One cool dude.
Two cool dudes.
Three cool dudes.
The trip to France was so amazing it got its own page: Provence 2010. Check it out.
The day after we got home from France, Pops decided we needed to go to the Zoo.
