Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Foreclosure Fun House

Dad is always prowling real estate sites for good deals on waterfront homes. He stumbled upon this gem and couldn't resist taking a look. The three of us met with agent Mary to take a gander.

First warning that this could be a hot mess of a house? Animal control notice about abandoned pets...
But then there was the entryway - nothing like a tear drop glass chandelier to capture Mom's heart. (Oh - that and the dual staircases.)

Her second favorite part? The built in bed with intercom headboard, on black berber carpet.

My favorite part? The elevator. The mirrored furniture. And the pool.

Really though, the view was pretty nice.

Even if the house belonged in LA, circa 1982...

Mom said, though lovely, we'd all have to start snorting cocaine if we moved in - so Dad made the call to walk away... Better luck next time. (But I'm holding out for an indoor pool.)

Monday, August 29, 2011

Karyn and Kensington

Hurricane Irene didn't stop me from having a wild weekend!

First, I got to meet my Auntie Karyn. She's been mentioned a lot on this blog - most recently for sending us deep dish pizza from her hometown - Chicago. She brought me some rockin' Halloween gear and entertained Mom
for a couple hours. It was awesome. I can't wait to meet this kid of hers - Charlie. He's tall, blonde, eats food and can walk. What a catch! I wanted to impress her so I showcased my second best talent - sleeping. (Eating's number one but Mom wanted to keep her boob in her shirt. Boo.)


Then, on Sunday morning I took my first trip to Kensington Metro Park. Mom and I walked the trail while Dad, my brothers, Grandpa Bill and Gemma ran the loop. We went about 5 miles. They went over 8 - enough to make Dad's nipple bleed. Now he's just like Mom! She's happy to have someone to commiserate with.

Next weekend we're going to Lake City, Bay Harbor and then Escanaba! Whew!

Sunday, August 28, 2011

Happy Birthday to Me!

Wow! Can you believe I'm one month old today? Mom and Dad sure can't.


But I'm growing like a weed. Check it out:

Week One


Week Two


Week Three


Week Four

Pretty soon I'll be asking for a Geo Prizm!

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Grandpa Bill's Baby Hold

Last weekend Grandpa Bill stopped by to check me out. He hadn't seen me since the day after I was born. He was impressed by my growth. I promised I'd keep working on it.

He also showcased his baby whispering skills. I admit that I was a tad confused. When in doubt? Suck the neck...



Not quite as good as Mom, but not bad.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Cookie Sheet Calibration

I don't have a doctor's appointment for another 4 weeks but Mom really wanted to know how much I weighed. Her hair-brained solution (planted by Grandma Betty)? A cookie sheet and a kitchen scale. I was none to happy with the situation.

But it worked. I'm enlarging. Just like this chick named Marge. 8 lbs. 8 oz.!

Thursday, August 25, 2011

Uncle Pete

So last weekend I finally got to meet the guy everybody keeps telling me that I look like - my Uncle Pete (Uncle Peter if you ask my mom). He rolled into town on Friday night and left Sunday afternoon. It was great.

He held me.


Strolled me.



Finally bonded with Mr. Kip.


Hung out with Dad.


And made Mom cry when he left. (She cries a lot.)


On top of all that he fixed Mom and Dad's air conditioning. And installed a web cam so we can skype with grandma. He also took me to my first restaurant - Red Dog for wings. Mom is super bummed she didn't get a photo - and tried to talk us into a set-up shot on Sunday. No dice from us. We said, "Next time!" (There will be a next time, right Uncle Pete?)

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Channeling Grandma Betty

Last night I fell asleep in the tub. Honest. Just like my Grandma Betty.

Mom is really worried that I'll start taking books to the bath with me - wrinkled pages on the register could be in our future.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Have a seat

Miracle of miracles - the Monte chair arrived - finally completing Crazy Miss Maisey's room. Though given a 6-8 week delivery window, Elephant Ears estimated 4 weeks. But 4 weeks passed, then 5, then 6... Then one day I checked my Collard Green Dogs email account and discovered messages from Monte and the store. Apparently, Elephant Ears lost my phone number and the chair had been sitting at Detroit Metro Airport for weeks. They tracked me down via my profile on Etsy. It's a strange strange world.

The delivery man, DJ, was a total drip. He would deposit the furniture no further than the kitchen. And even that took some sweet talking (and me pointing out the threatening looking clouds when he attempted to leave it outside).


But at least now I have someplace to rock, or rather "glide," my baby.



And the room looks great.


Monday, August 22, 2011

Three weeks young

Highlights of week three? Grandma Betty was still in town. I went to Milford Memories - twice. Uncle Paul came to visit. Mom finally picked the zucchini. Dad and I mowed the lawn and tested out cousin Molly's hotsling. And the craziest thing? The tree right outside our kitchen window was struck by lightning! Oh. And I slept.

Like I said, Grandma Betty was still in town. She did some weeding for Mom, held me a lot, went to Milford Memories with me and was basically my number one fan. Mom cried when she left. Even more than me when I'm hungry!



Mom and Dad were excited to show me off at Milford Memories. My little legs hanging out of the thing on Dad's chest drew a lot of attention. They heard a lot of "Oh, she's so little!" and "She's wonderful." But one lady told Mom she was crazy for exposing me to all the germs. Pffffft. I'm building antibodies, lady! (We boycotted her booth.)


On Saturday, August 13, Uncle Paul came by. It was so good to see him again that I promptly fell asleep. We took him back down to Milford Memories to see the Cold Butt Euchre tournament. Someday that will be my butt on a block of ice!


Saturday was also the day our tree was struck by lightning. It was so scary! Mom and Grandma were talking about how there was a lot of thunder but no lightning. Then BAM! Bark was flying all over the yard and the air smelled funny. We all hope we can save part of it - Mom called an arborist for an opinion. No details yet.


This week Mom finally picked the zucchini. Dad likes to make stuffed zucchini boats and kept telling her that he wanted them as big as possible. For once, she listened. Check these things out!


Dad and I also did some mowing and slinging. And a titch of resting.






My brother Owen was not tickled by my balloon. He destroyed it. My first lesson in sharing.












  And then, I slept.