Saturday, October 18, 2008

Joy and Pain

Sadly, Gram left this morning to go back home, but not before she got in her last hugs and Grampa got in a couple of bubble blowing and talked to me in a deep voice. It's gonna be different around here without her.

But I gotta say that I had a nice day with my parents.

We had every intention on packing some sandwiches and formula, walking the seven blocks and finding a nice patch of grass at Dolores Park to sit and watch a Soapbox Derby. But one nap led into another and we missed the whole thing. So, instead, we spent the day just hanging out. Daddy did some chores around the house, Mommy fed me and I did my usual burping, pooping and sleeping. We got into a nice rhythm. But we did them all together.

Like I said, it was a nice Saturday.

I love Saturdays.

Saturday night and Sunday morning, however, sucked. I cried and cried and cried and Mommy and Daddy, why aren't you helping me? Why aren't you? Why don't you understand? I'm crying, so help me! Why won't you help me? Why can't you help me?

I don't love Sunday mornings.


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