Here comes trouble

The dude is mobile, auto-mobile. He has developed a hybrid means of transportation, which is the "in" thing to do-the foot crawl. One knee down, and one foot to push. It makes for a crooked crawl, but it gets the job done. He can readily wiggle across the floor, pick up Porter's bone, and put it in his mouth. He progressed quite quickly from the wounded soldier-army crawl to the hybrid foot crawl. It required a quick trip to the store for a baby gate. I thought this would be a simple, straight forward task. But going to the store with Rob, where there are usually crowds of people, is a difficult task. Add to it that it was 104 degrees outside, this compounds the stress of shopping. Rob stood reading the specs for the baby gates for a good 4o minutes in Target. I thought we had made a choice when he stopped to look up the gates on consumer reports prior to purchase. Next thing I know we are leaving Target and on our way to Babys'r'us. I never thought I would hear Rob say "lets go to babys'r'us." I was as shocked as when he started reading "Harry Potter".  He successfully installed the gate. We also lowered his crib mattress. In the nick of time I might add. Now you can find the dude trying to push his face through the bars to get out.

FLoyd and Grant

Floyd got to hang with "G" the other day while Mom, Dad, and Aunt Mugs went to see Batman. I used to fly out to Michigan to see Grant when he was the same size as the Floydster. I can't believe how grown up Grant is.

NKOTB

So a new kid is about to move into the neighborhood. Hanni is prego, and due very soon, 3 weeks or so. Jules, Udy, and I had a little party for her at my house. Hanni made me swear that I would not put a picture of her on the blog, and I mostly kept my promise...her foot is visible in the lower right corner of the photo of me and Rachee Roo Jones.

It is always fun to get the clan together. I forget how great we all are...E.H.S!

It is amazing that we are all 30+ years old. Seems like yesterday we all donned pantyhose over our faces, crammed into my mom's jeep, and attacked Mrs.Parker's house. 

HELP!

Help! I need somebody, not just anybody. I need someone.......

So when I ask for help, I usually need it. Rob finds it frustrating that when I ask for help, it usually means right at the moment I am asking. Like when I say "hey babe can you help me find my shoes?" You see if I ask for help when I am holding my backpack, Floyd's bag'o'food for daycare, my pump, and the boy, and I ask you to help me, it is cause I need it right then. Or like when I stumble out of bed at the crack of dawn to feed the boy, and with mild symptomatic hypotension and blurry vision I run into the doorway and almost split my lip open, fall to the floor, and cry for help, I usually need it right then. Rob apparently needs forward notice for such things. Am I wrong to expect help when I ask for it? Am I wrong to expect that he would stop what he was doing and help me?  

Suggestions?

Bob

Last week we ventured to Rexburg for the annual Whoopee Days!! celebration. The 4th of July has always been my favorite holiday. Rob says that is why I married him as his birthday is on the 5th.

All of us had a great time in Idaho. Rob got to go fishing. I got to swim at Gramp's pool, and Floyd got to play with his cousins and go to the parade.

Floyd helped me pack by playing in the suitcase.