Saturday morning, we went to the Farmer's Market to walk around. The sponsor this week was the Humane Society so, Daddy was secretly hoping that there would be extra animals available for adoption and that we would come home with one. (He knows that we do not have the lifestyle or the money for another animal right now and says that he wants to wait until Sydney is old enough to pick out his own puppy.)
We ran to Menards to get our paint remixed for the bathroom since the color was too minty and we wanted it more celery colored. We also had to buy supplies to fix our bed because a few of the crates had collapsed during the night and Mommy's head of the bed was downhill.
Our Sunday morning started off with some snuggling in bed. Later, you and Daddy enjoyed a bath.
You keep licking your lips now that you've noticed that you have a tongue. It isn't uncommon for you to wake up from your sleep with a white, crusty ring around your mouth from all of the licking. It is FUNNY to watch, but is difficult for us to gauge if you are being silly or if you are truly hungry.... as you used to lick/smack your lips only when you were hungry. Now, that tongue is active most of the time as you've realized that you use it for talking.
Sunday afternoon, Daddy touched up the paint in the bathroom, mowed the lawn and hung curtains in the dining room. We still have to paint over the red paint, but that is a project for another day since we hope to move (and re-level) the toilet instead of painting around it like the former home owners had done. So it is celery green on top, Preppy Green trim piece and dark red bottom.... it almost looks like a Victorian House color scheme and looks MUCH CLEANER than the former paint job.
Sunday afternoon, we went to Grandpa Lowell's house where a fishing buddy get-together had been planned. Daddy requested that you wear something with a fish on it, but the best we could do was a whale, a turtle or some frogs. Needless to say, you wore your whale onesie and some blue pants. (Daddy thought it would be best not to put you in that outfit until right before the people came to see you, but Mommy thought it would be OK. TURNS OUT, DADDY WAS RIGHT!)
We had been at Grandpa Lowell's one hour early and in that hour had changed THREE poopy diapers. Since Grandpa Lowell likes baseball, it must've been THREE STRIKES AND YOU'RE OUT because that third diaper was a blowout that got POO all up your back and all over your whale onesie.)
On the first diaper change (see whale on shirt) Mommy laid you on the floor on your changing pad. Bishop decided that it was a perfect opportunity to run around you to get closer to Mommy for a little snuggle time. He didn't even notice that you were there.
The fishing buddies (and their wives) liked you a lot. They thought you were pretty cute. The guys wondered how long it will be until you get to go fishing in the Boundary Waters with Daddy. Although, Mommy has already determined that you aren't allowed to go until you are big enough.... or should I say fast enough... to outrun Big Jim. (The story behind that is that Mommy asked Daddy if 1) they ever saw bears and 2) aren't they afraid of the bears chasing them? Daddy replied that they weren't afraid because they could all run faster than Big Jim.)
Their consensus was that you look a lot like Daddy. We told them that we're still trying to figure out WHO you look like. Daddy assures me that you look like yourself and that it is OK if we don't figure out who you look like - because YOU LOOK LIKE SYD. Although, we've agreed that you do have an Olson chin and sometimes, Daddy sees a glimpse of cousin Alder in you. Mommy thinks that your side profile looks like a mini-Mike Olson, but from the front view, you look like Daddy. Either way, YOU SURE ARE CUTE!
