For as long as I can recall in my adult life, its always rained on Memorial Day (with the exception of 2010). I sit here at 12:44p, Sunday, its dark, damp and thunder is rolling. I had high hopes for this weekend. Unable to leave work early on Friday should have set the tone for the remainder of the weekend.
Poor guy, vying to be outside.
He received many awesome gifts for his birthday, but some how finds doing this more entertaining.
And this.
Thankfully, now he is doing this, and has been for a while. I think he is bigger from when I put him in the crib!
Comments