Hey folks. Just sitting here hanging with Sam, who is sitting on the couch next to me, loading his britches repeatedly. This kid has some supremely loud farts and poops, like hear-them-from-the-other-room loud. I doubt that this factoid surprises anyone.
Tomorrow we will be picking up Jeannie's Mom from the airport. She'll be staying wth us for about a week and a half, which is pretty awesome because I will be heading back to work on Saturday, and it will be nice to have an extra pair of hands around to help with stuff, and nice for Jeannie to have some adult company at home while I am at work.
Right now there's a song out that I am enjoying:
I heard them yesterday on the 'World Cafe.'
Tonight we gave sam a bath, and he has this little hooded towel, and Jeannie said he looked like a 'KKK Duck.'
That's all I got for now.
