clean diaper but as you can see from the 8th, I'm almost just as happy after a
On the 10th, Avery, Dad and I met Aunt Darcy, Grandma & Grandpa Davenport for breakfast at First Watch. And in case you don't have a calendar handy, the 10th was a Saturday which meant a KSU game day and we all donned the appropriate garb in support. I guess, I mean I'm not sure what the big deal is but I like purple so I roll with it.
And here's a pic of... almost everyone. Dad is obviously taking the picture and... uh... oh there I am in the bottom right. Nice Dad... really nice.
After breakfast AD&I rolled over to G&G Ds for a little tech support and once that was taken care of we watched a little College Game Day. And by "we" I mean Dad because Avery was helping G&G D pick up leaves and Dad left me, rather rudely, facing away from the TV. BOO!
At one point I had enough though and demanded to get out of Shawshank for a bottle and big sis offered to feed me. Heaven forbid Dad tear himself away from the recliner - sheesh!
After my bottle Avery showed me one of her favorite seats which was... okay. I did not last long in that thing though - a little clausterphobic for my taste!
That night we went over to the Ludlow's to watch the KSU game but all I did was sleep and eat which I guess wasn't picture worthy so we'll skip ahead.
On Monday the 12th Mom and I got ready early so we could make my inagural trip out to Beloit with Grandma & Grandpa Herbert.
We embarked on this journey (and make no mistake, any trip that spans past my bottle interval is, indeed, a journey - also GpaH's car is called a Journey so it circles back nicely.) for me to meet Great Aunt Janyce and wouldn't you know it just so happened to be around the time of her 75th birthday? Happy B-Day GAJ!
Beloit was pretty much like anywhere else for me - I ate, did ins-and-outs and insisted on being held most of the time
I also got to meet Great Uncle Tim along with his pups Angie (pictured over GmaH's shoulder) and Bandy. I love me some doggies and can't wait until I fit in a saddle!
The 13th was pretty chill. After my dinner bottle Dad set up my chair next to him so we could watch the KU basketball game. And no, that's not a type but it does explain why Dad kept booing.... at least until the end!