Mommy wanted me to officially warn all of you that the grandparents start descending today; and, as a result, I will be unbearable for the foreseeable future. Hadley's baptism is this Sunday, so all of my grandparents (minus Papa Wayne) will be here. It's going to be nuts. All I have to say is that they better all be bringing me presents. Mommy is already looking for in-patient rehab centers to check me into when they leave. Apparently, she doesn't think she can implement the 12-step grandparent detox program on her own.
In other news, I am finally talking. I have been for a couple months, but I'm just now getting around to blogging about it. Some of my favorite sayings are:
- "Go Mee Daddy" (Go Meet Daddy)
- "Whas tha" (What's That?)
- "Haa-eee pit up" (Hadley spit up.)
- "Poo Par-eee" (Pool Party - we had a a neighborhood pool party on Sunday and I still can't stop talking about it)
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