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best day ever

pic of the day: pic 18
popeye the baby boy checks out mom and
dad's big ol' bathtub.


last night we went to live after five - you probably saw the picture of kookoo in his baby brees ear protection. it's funny, i could have been carrying him upside down by one ankle, but with his ear protectors on, and people would have still stopped me in the crowd to say "attaboy mom!" i have some other great pictures of the boy playing with a budweiser/bud light cup (empty - what do you take me for!) that i'll put up one of these days.

today was a really full day, too, but a really good one. the family slept in a bit (go sleepy baby go!) and the john came to the gym with me. it's been embarrassingly long since i've been to the gym, so the ladies in the daycare were like, "oh, look how BIG he's gotten!" i am sure they don't mean to guilt trip me, but man, it works.

when we got home, john took a 45 minute nap then we went for a walk down to the park at the end of our street. john talked to me the whole way there - telling me when he heard dogs barking, and laughing hysterically at a man in a ditch with a weed-whacker. at the park, john had a blast swinging ... and i have evidence in video format. as soon as it decides to arrive on blogger from the text i sent 25 minutes ago, i'll update with said evidence. ha!

we also went down the slide together, swung on the big-kid swing together, and ran around like sillies with the breeze in our hair. is there anything better than fun with a baby at the park???

the rest of the day was hanging out with daddy, another nap, some errands, some crawling around the living room floor, a bath in the big-boy bathtub (no little baby tub for THIS kid) and a successful night-night. now daddy and mommy are watching the final four, contemplating bed, and just generally enjoying life.

best. day. ever.
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