Dansons in Delaware

Hello Everyone!

This is Michael, hijacking my mommy's blog. I think it is only fair that I get to write too since both my Mom and Dad do all the time. Yesterday, my mom made me go to the market on Rue Mouffetard. She said something about needing salad and fruit, which gave me gas just thinking about it.

Surprisingly, she didn't put me in my big puffy blue jacket. To be honest, I am not a big fan of that jacket because it keeps me stiff in this position where I can't eat my hands or really move. Instead, I got to sit in this cool stroller blanket thing that Uncle John and Aunt Kelli got from a bean store in Boston. Again, that gave me gas too. My initial reaction? THIS:

However, I LOVE that pouch! I can move my hands all around, play with the flap, bring it over my head, AND mom stuffs burp cloths down in it! SWEET.

After she walked all over the bumpy cobblestones that made my head jiggle, she parked me in front of this fountain and practiced those dreadful crooked pictures she's always trying. She's not terribly good, but I don't have the heart to tell her.

Then, we walked over to the bus stop to greet my dad when he comes home from work. We do that about 2-3 times a week.

Last Sunday, my mom LEFT ME AND MY DAD at home by ourselves. Incredible. She somehow got wind of Galeries Lafayette Maison being open on a Sunday and didn't want to change my diapers anymore. SHOCKING. Anyways, she hadn't even left the house but 5 minutes and calls my dad on the phone ALREADY. So my dad brings me to the window and we look outside to see my mom in the street taking a picture of some rollerblading rally down our Gobelins Avenue:

Eventually, she did come back and she bought another duvet cover. Shocking.

Oh, yes, I also rolled over all by myself in my crib yesterday. I made sure Mom was away and only Dad could see. From the way he reacted, it was like I had won the Nobel Peace Prize or something.

Anyways, that is all for now. My mom is crying in the other room so I have to go give her a teething ring.

Love to all,
Michael