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this past weekend, my husband was out of town for a men's retreat with our church, so it was just little bug and me hanging out. saturday morning we had to come to the mall because i had two events going on and needed to make sure everything was set up properly. john had a great time playing on the playland playground, and we only had to be here a couple hours, so then we headed out for the REAL adventure: going to see mike the tiger at lsu's campus!

i'm not sure what's cuter - the sleeping tiger or the row of kids clinging
to the fence to watch him.
mike wasn't very active - in fact, he was just sleeping on his back in a shady spot. but it still made a heck of an impression on john (who had insisted on wearing his lsu shirt that morning in anticipation of visiting the tiger), who will tell you even now about "mike the tiger sleeping in the grass with his foot in the air!"

lunch at the union and home again for naps and housework and the like ... all in all a wonderful saturday with my little man. sunday was less awesome thanks to an on-going stomach bug that plagued us both, but we're back to normal now ...

... and battening down the hatches for tropical storm (hurricane?) isaac.




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