Manic Monday

We woke up to a beautiful, though a little humid, morning. We took a nice leisurely walk around the neighborhood with Dad. Ok, it would have been leisurely if the dogs had cooperated. We still managed to enjoy it. We are going to miss going on morning walks with Dad once he goes back to work later this week. We are trying not to focus on that at the moment.

"Why won't Momma stop taking pictures

and get me my food."

Both Dad and Bubeaner are morning people and require a solid breakfast. A family breakfast has also become a daily ritual since Dad's been home. For Bubeaner it entails a (ADULT) portion of oatmeal (NOT baby cereal) with some type of buttered bread and a juice. Sometimes we add fruit. Although, mainly he finishes everything and then demands a portion of Momma's oatmeal too. Bubeaner really is a little piggy which is why we were so surprised he was not heavier. Bita did remind us he may have inherited his Bito and uncle Ivan's metabolism. Oh, lucky boy!

"I love my juice."

We all headed off to see Bruce, Dad's barber for the last 9 years, in the late morning. He also took care of Grandpa John while he lived with us. Bruce will give Bubeaner his first haircut once he finally needs one. Bubeaner enjoyed the little visit. He was intrigued by what Bruce was doing to Dad. He also felt comfortable enough to walk around while holding on to Momma. Dad envisions "boys time" in the future when they will both go get their hair cut and probably have lunch on their own.

Playing with the fountains at uncle Jeff's office.

We then had lunch with uncle Jeff and then stopped by his office since we were in that part of town. Bubeaner really enjoyed the water fountains in the lobby. We will have to keep an eye on him when he is older near the fountains but for now he enjoyed just watching the water.

"Momma don't make me work.

I am to young to be working in the office."

Late in the evening, before Bubeaner's dinner and bedtime, we headed off to the store with aunt Pau to look for an outfit. He did not appear to mind to much shopping with the girls.

"Oh brother! Another picture.
Does Momma not get tired of taking them?"