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the littlest tiger
i'm not sure what it says about my mental age, but i have to say: i find john to be most excellent company. 

my husband is out of town, so we've been flying solo this weekend. and today was quite a day. we woke up early and went to the store to get contractor trash bags so we could start cleaning up the front yard. came home and spent about an hour "playing in sticks" that resulted in precisely one bag of debris and a very small pile of sticks.

moral of the story: yardwork is impossible with a two-year-old. every pile of leaves you rake, he will run through, kick, and "sweep" with sticks. he will help put some leaves in the bag ... but then he will be too excited and dive into the bag to throw leaves gleefully everywhere. it was absolutely not productive ... but quite a lot of fun.

we high-tailed inside for baths and to dress in our purple and gold so we could head over to lsu campus to tailgate.  met up with some awesome cousins who didn't mind their old, uncool, mommy of a cousin hanging out with them. (it helps that john becomes the mascot of every tailgate we visit.)

on campus, john also managed to find several more piles of leaves to demolish. and a big sweet dog named river that was every bit as understanding of john's rambunctiousness as buddy is. and lots and lots of people who fawned over him everywhere he went.

it was soooooooo hot and muggy, though, that we only lasted a few hours. when we got to the breaking point, we walked back to auntie's house, where we'd parked, and enjoyed their a/c for a few minutes before driving home. (the pic below was about 35 seconds into our walk. i think *someone* was kicked!)


the sleepiest tiger
a little extra water, a little lotion for our sunburns (not bad, i promise!), naps, spaghetti dinner, and some elmo, and it was bedtime. 

what a day! what a day.
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