Here's what happened in week two. . . My Poppy, Grandma Daisy and I had a grand old time, and shared a couple of good yarns. Sadly though, the party had to come to an end, and they left to go home. (Grandma will actually be making a pit stop in Mexico to enjoy a spa weekend with my aunts Kathleen, Patty and Lorna.) I wish I could join them, but alas; I am only 12 days old, and mexican food doesn't settle well with me.)
Some other highlights of the week. . . I opened my eyes long enough for my dad to take this picture. As it turns out, I will have blue eyes like my older sister. Also, in a shocking marvel of infant development, I shed the last remnants of the shackles that bound me in 9 months of uteral incarceration before recently gaining my FREEDOM! The crispy black waif of my withered umbilical cord fell of at 1300 hours on Friday, Feb. 8 in the year of our Lord, 2008.
Jesus was visited by THREE WISE MEN, bearing gifts of some weird herbs, spices, and such. Me. . . I got a sweet dress from TWO SUPER-COOL EAGLE-ROCKERS, Tony and Brandi.
Week three brought even more visitors. My Papa & Lita came from Texas with smiles and good cheer. Actually, Lita was a bit under the weather for the first few days, but was soon back on her feet, with me in her arms. Papa was a big help around the house, helping Dad with the screen door, car maintenance, and cooking up some good meals for all. Lita took me to the park and Farmer's Market for my very first public outing, and whooped everyone in Gin 13. I can't wait to visit them in Texas this spring. Lita promised to take me to the farm, and Adelaide horseback riding.
Oh. And I think the gardener stopped by too.
