Grandparents are silly

First of all...sorry for the delay between posts. It's been pretty crazy around here since the start of the year. Not to worry, all is well :-).

So, this story starts out on a quite night at Grandma and Grandpa's. Everyone just finished dinner and I was kicking on the floor next to the table. I love to kick! Boom Boom! At this point in my life, I'm fairly indifferent to being clothed or naked. I rather enjoy both states of dress. After Grandma finished her meal, I could see that look in her eye - "my turn to hold the baby." As she carefully picked me up and held me in the air, I could detect the cool, familiar, sensation of nakedness. Grandma started laughing, and I looked down. 'Where are my pants?' I asked. Apparently, Grandma stepped on my pants before picking me up, thus rendering me without pants. Like I said, I'm cool with being naked, but all agreed that it was pretty dang funny.

A couple of days later, I went out to dinner with Nonna, Papa, Mom and Dad. They were enjoying some rather tasty looking Italian food when the topic of my teeth came up. Yes, my two bottom teeth have cut. Not the greatest feeling in the world (having teeth slowly push through gums), but I can manage. Papa, who at this time has more teeth than me but not for long, sticks out his bottom jaw and displays his pearly whites. I said to my self, 'self, I can do that.' So I responded to his gesture and stuck my bottom jaw as well. 'Ha. Take that!' Grandparents are silly, but we sure have fun :-).

I'd like to end this post with a shout out to my Great-Grandpa. I'm sorry we didn't get to spend too much time together, but we had fun too. You could always get me to smile. I'll miss you and I love you.