Apr 12th, 2006
Bat and swimsuit
Now there’s a title. Colin grabbed Jess’ swimsuit off the back of a chair the other day, threw it over his head, grabbed this bat (which, paired with Sevi, constitutes our home security system), and started running around banging the bat on the floor. I think he was yelling “ba, ba, ba”.
We grilled out for the first time this year, it was 70 degrees in Michigan on Tuesday, and it couldn’t have happened sooner. It was a bit of a struggle, to say the least…Jess was at a class, so I was trying to light the grill, watch Colin, cook the food, keep Colin away, feed Colin, get the food. It was a juggling act, luckily he hadn’t played with either of his lawn mowers outside yet, so he was very in to pushing those around. True to form, he preferred the one without any bells and whistles - now I just have to get the dog poop out of the yard so that he doesn’t hit any landmines. That’s going to be a must, because he’s obsessed with being outside (or “outsigh”), which is fine with me.
Colin managed to polish off one and a half hot dogs - he thinks they’re sausages, which I suppose they are. Anyway, here’s one more shot of bat/swimsuit:
