I spent a pleasant Friday inside, spared from the constant requests from Uncle Chuck for kisses as he and Grandpa and dad attempted to set a world record for most time spent setting up the fewest number of Christmas lights. Despite many trips to Lowe's to buy and rebuy the same ladder they were unable to attain the record they sought, only needing 6 hours to hang 5 strands of lights. After hanging lights Uncle Chuck still had time to help me with a diaper I had filled. Uncle Chuck did not seem to enjoy dealing with the diaper as much as I did being freed from its load. Friday evening I played with my Aunt Kirk and Grandma before going to bed. Again I slept poorly. My dreams were filled with corks popping, Champagne pouring, laughter, Farkle and a spirited game of 'In a Pickle'. I am certain that I dreamt of many strange things, some real - like how Paradise is larger than all things outside of Hope and some completely unrealistic - like the cubic volume of a river being larger than a crater or sand being anything other than the smallest grain.
Saturday was by far the best day of this affair. For some reason my visitors insisted on constantly congratulating me on the fact that I was born, even going so far as to shower me with presents. I now have many more fun things to play with, a duck that I can walk, a horse that I can sit on from Grandma and Grandpa and many new cute clothes. I especially like the horse...I'm a true Tennessee Stud now!! I look forward to sitting on it every day for HOURS and having daddy rock me. Thanks daddy!
All in all it has been an interesting experience. I really like Grandma and Grandpa, Kirk is sweet but I'm not so sure about Chuck. His fur is fun to play with but other than that I'm not sure if I'll ever give him the kiss he keeps asking for...