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?)
