September 3, 2007

Summer Finale




I took Friday off to extend the holiday weekend and take the family on a second excursion to Cadillac. This time, the weekend was completely perfect. The drive to and from was uneventful. We did have to sit in any traffic, and we did not have to tolerate any crying in the car. The weather was nothing short of glorious, and to top it all off it was a perfect football weekend. MSU pounded UAB, but we all know that was not the news of the weekend. I know I run the risk of alienating some readers of this blog, but the fact that a #5 ranked U of M got beat by a Division I AA school made my football season. I cannot wait until November 3rd when the Wolverines take to the field in East Lansing to the tune of the crowd chanting "App-A-Lach-Ian". In fact, they will probably have to hear that chant in every stadium they enter this year.

In any event, it was a little sad to realize that the summer is over. At some point between June and now, the babies became fun. I have always enjoyed being with them, but this summer they went from being premature babies to little people that interact and love their mommy and daddy. There was no shortage of hands to hold and feed the babies up in Cadillac, although I think there may be one less as Gabbie completely crapped all over the 10 year old neighbor girl. Something, I imagine, she will never forget. Gabbie pooped all over the poor girl's pants and shirt. She crapped her own clothes, the couch, the blanket and amazingly the back of her head. But she's so cute...

2 comments:

Kevin said...

Gabbie crapped the neighbor girl, Lloyd crapped the big house. Amazingly, he still looked cute too!

HMB said...

When my nephew (who is now 15 and would REALLY appreciate this post) was a just a little guy, about Gabbie's age, I put him in his swing while I made him his bottle. By the time the bottle was done, I noticed this horrible smell coming from Bradley. I went to take him out of the swing but EGADS! He had shat himself and the rocking from the swing had forced the poo all the way up his back to his neck. I took him out of the swing, started his bath, put him on the changing table, took off the diaper and BLAMO. He peed all over the wall. I decided I wasn't having kids that day. But of course, I've changed my mind since then.