My apologies for my lengthy absence from the blogosphere. Much has changed, and I can only hope that amidst the chaos I will be able to continue these reports.
First, a truck appeared last week just after my morning bottle and men proceeded to exit said truck and to remove all of our stuff! Mom seemed unfazed so I played along.
Of course all of this wass after a long weird evening the night before when a bunch of people showed up to celebrate my Mom's birthday 3 and a 1/2 months early. Whatever. I just went with it.
What gets me is the lack of furniture and toys. Dad seemed unhappy with the sleeping arrangements.
I was equally unimpressed with the eating arrangements. If my buddy Enzo had not lent me this chair I would have been eating on the floor for days like a common farm animal. It was good of Enzo to help out a guy down on his luck.
As if all of this wasn't bad enough, the folks decide to pack me and all my stuff up in the car one day, drive for 9 hours and then proceed to feed me on the floor in yet another big empty house. I am still unsure of what their motives are. Perhaps we are fleeing the authorities. Who knows?
Things improved slightly a few days later when our stuff (or at least stuff that looks remarkably like our ould stuff used to look like) arrived.
The folks have been hard at work ever since and things have improved considerably in the last 48 hours. My toys arrived and I have been hard at play ever since. In case you are interested I have thouroughly re-tested all of the laws of physics and they are just as applicable in the new place as they were in the old one.
There will almost certainly be a period of adjustment, but I now have access to television and the sandwiches keep coming. I have even been reunited with my Bumbo chair. My parents insist that it is too small for a boy as big as myself, but I strongly disagree.
That's all for now gorgers. I'll do my best to keep you posted.
- G.
7 comments:
I read your post, George, and here in the state next to Kansas we miss you.
Wow! That's quite the story, George. I think it's safe to assume that you won't be going through such big moves again soon, so settle in and enjoy the new digs! Nana B and I are looking forward to our first trip down .. just 30 more big sleeps and we'll be there!
Grampa al
Georgey;
In "the state next to Kansas," you were quite the neat kid! We'll miss you!
--that dude who babysat you and played peekaboo
Enzo misses you George! He was very happy to lend you the chair. Your new place looks amazing. We can't wait to come visit. We are lucky and only have 14 sleeps left.
Cute George. What i want to know is: what happened in the 5 seconds after that picture was taken of you standing precariously on the tonka? Did you fall? Did your diaper explode? Both?
It sure has been a confusing couple of weeks for you George. And I have missed your updates so it is good to see you in your new house. But I did not see your horse in the window...did a house in Kentucky not come with a horse...I thought it was mandatory!
And I also want to know the answer to the same questions your Aunt Karen asked about falling down and your diaper!
See you in the computer monitor very soon George and you can give Grampy Pete and I a virtual tour of your new house!
Nana D
Glad to have you back on the interweb George. Your dad looks stressed in that picture, you should try to calm him down by screaming and banging on pots and pans. If he has any problems with that, tell him to talk to Uncle Braden.
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