It's Monday morning after a weekend trip to Alabama and you are sleeping soundly. For the past few days you played your heart out while Poppa and I cut trees, hauled brush and pulled fallen trees out of a fish pond that may not have a lot of fish but sprouts algae like you wouldn't believe. It was stinky business but good, honest work and I'm feeling a little sore all over today. You are just worn out from playing with a host of indefatigable playmates (Mur, Nona, Grandaddy, Charles, Alyssa, Grandmomma, Jane, Lyn, Trent and Owen).
The pictures above are a smattering of the activities you enjoyed while at Mur's Resort and Fun House. There is some evidence that you pitched in to help rake some leaves but for the most part you colored, practiced walking up steps, and played gorilla. You were also not the least bit interested in watching your television debut Saturday night on HGTV; you went to the back bedroom and watched the fish screen-saver on the computer monitor. It's nice to see that fame has not gone to your head.
This month is one marked by travel every weekend. Last weekend (photo-less, how did that happen?!) we were in Nashville visiting a whole host of friends and watching Poppa play a game of Aussie Rules Football. We didn't make any trips to the ER so by all accounts the weekend was a raging success. You got to visit with your buddies Kate and Amanda and took up a new obsession with pushing a stroller everywhere you go.
In just five days you board your first aircraft for a trip across the country to San Francisco. Your Poppa and I are so, so looking forward to this long vacation and traveling with you. Again, you'll have plenty of entertainment--Aunt Anna is so excited to play with you -- and you'll attend your second wedding. We're hoping the time change doesn't totally wreck your sleep schedule and we apologize to anyone who may lose five or six hours of sleep each night (that would be you Anna and Parker...rest up now!).
In all, you're still the great little traveler that you've been since you were born. I am amazed at the ways you'll entertain yourself on the highway. You talk constantly (I am sure this will be annoying in a few years but now I just love it) read books, eat Clementines (a new favorite, even when I judge that they are completely dry and tasteless), loop Mardi Gras beads around your toes and sing songs with us. I'm not sure how many states you've visited (I think it's about 10 or 11) but you've seen quite a bit of this country in less than a year and a half with no sign of slowing down. Next stop, Hartsfield Jackson Airport!
