MY WEEKEND OF FIRSTS...

Whoa, what a weekend. My Dads kept me very busy. They say when I'm constantly entertained, their lives are much easier, whatever that means. Anywho, aside from the usual activities (park, hike, farmer's market), I also got to spend some quality time with my grandmother (I call her Muga) and my aunt Tash and cousins Sam and Maisie.

But here's the real news: yesterday, when I was at the playground, I went on the swing. An actual swing. I knew I was growing up fast, because my Dads started buying me #3 diapers. But still, I didn't think I was ready for the big-boy swing. Well I am. And I really dig it.  There's just something about the wind blowing through my mullet... I can't explain it.

And as if that weren't enough, today I held my filled 8oz bottle entirely on my own. I'm practically a teenager. Maybe I can get a role on Glee. Maybe not. My Dads aren't Gleeks. But they'll watch anything on HDTV --- that's for damn sure.

I'm pooped. So I'm going to end this post and hit the crib.


Love Maxwell