Two weekends ago my B's came to town. My Uncle and Auntie B. I perfected the art of open mouth kissing with Uncle B and learned I rather enjoy being thrown in the air. I love to have my Auntie B snuggle me and tell me how cute I am. (Especially in my leisure suit they gave me) I very much enjoyed my day with my Bs, except for that silly cardiologist appointment...,booooring. But the hole in my heart is getting smaller so my entourage was pleased. My Bs make me feel so loved and I heard Mother and Father comment on what a wonderful decision they had made making them my Godparents. I so hope they could tell from my smiles and snuggles, how much I love them. "Home is whenever I'm with you" Uncle and Auntie B.
This most recent weekend was spent with my Pops and Nunu. After being showered with affection and excitement, and a cuddle session with my Great Grandmother,(mother says she loves the way I smell after Mz. G cuddles) I suggested through a series of spitting noises and screams, that we take a walk to the town square. What I did NOT suggest was the silly bear hat.
Imagine our luck when, during our stroll, we happened upon a Texas Independence festival! Vendors and people dressed in period clothing were everywhere. One horse gave me a dirty look during our staring contest. I would have won had Mother not broken into a sprint, with me in tow, when she realized someone was selling smoked turkey legs. I was at once horrified and mortified observing her ripping apart the tender meat like an animal. I know that I'm the reason she can't have dairy,soy,nut,beef, or fish. I have a sensitive palate and severe allergies you see and I know I only tolerate the mildest of breast milk, but did Mother really need to make a scene about "how she NEVER eats food this good anymore!"? Eye roll.
Pops and Nunu spotted a photo opportunity with a man dressed as a Cherokee chief who had an actual wolf on a leash! The chief offered to hold me for the picture but Mother and Father declined rather loudly. I do think they thought he was kidding but he wasnt. He claimed he was a legitimate descendant of the Cherokee tribe, volunteering his lineage, but I did the math and I don't think 1/36 Cherokee justified the intense character commitment that this gentleman was giving. Things got rather weird, rather quickly. Maybe I'm just bitter because no one let me ride his wolf like a horse. It's not my fault, he was the one who offered.
Once we returned home, Mother put my hearing band on and stripped me down to a diaper. Pops began to play for me on his guitar while I tried to suck on his hands. Is that weird? Because I have to be honest, being half naked and open mouth kissing a guitar was exhilarating.
All in all, seeing my B's and my weekend in Granbury was just what this guy needed.
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