Man, it's so friggin hot today. 96 with a heat index of 103. And it feels every bit of it. It looks like another dip in the pool tonight is in order. He loved it last night. And I loved it because Andy took him and I got a chance to actually make and eat dinner for a change. He loves his baby boat. He just floats around, oblivious to all of us...in his own little world. But he must like it, or else I'd be getting fussed at "da-da-da-da-da-da". It's his word for everything. And believe me, the TONE is what's important. He can say it so sweet...and he can really yell at you with it.
I almost got him to eat a french fry the other day. He was trying to suck on it for a half hour. I suppose that would be his first real solid food, knowing him. This is the kid who's obsessed with beer commercials!
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