Uncle Matt, What's the World Series?

What a week! Easter! My first Sox game! A swing! A play mat! A complaint! Dad's really sorry about the bad words on a previous post. Here's a site that'll cleanse your mental pallette.

Uncle Matt (not pictured, but he was totally there) and Aunt Jess got us tickets to the Sox game against Kansas City, where I watched Dad's shoulder.

Before that, I visited Grandma and Grandpa for Easter, where the Big Kids did very adult things out front. I visted with everyone else (like Great Grandma Dottie) inside.

And THEN, I got my own NEW BED, complete with my favorite BEES. Dad and Patches, no strangers to naps, say the Feng Shui is great in my new bedroom, too.

Yep, everything's going great. Except for the detail work on this blog. What's up with the main picture here? You'd have a puzzled look on your face if your pictures suddenly turned out sideways, too.

WowWhatAn(Orange)WeekOrTwo!

For those of you who aren't Mom or Dad or Mr. Dragonfly, here's the skinny on what happened since the last post.

Uncle Dan visited and with Aunt Laura showed us what cool was like when cool was cool. I started lifting my head up. I saw how great A.L.'s mohawk was (and Jack of California) and tried one myself. Grandma Brady brought over Mom's First Dress, which I wore (the 70s: So Orange) like I was an infant version of Twiggy, and then took a nap with A.L.

On the next visit, A.L. demonstrated the art of self-photography, which is lower-case "c" classy, even if it's not quite NASCAR-limo/Capital "C" Classy.

Can't remember when, but Dave and Tanya came over for a visit and outdoor dinner, which was BEYOND fabulous. (Dave's really got the touch, eh?)

On Tuesday, Mom took me out to breakfast at Orange in the South Loop with friends Asma, Morgan and Ashlea. (Shout-outs to my Girls! Holla!)

Then we surprised Dad (Thanks for the pix, Chuck Osgood!) with a visit to the Tribune newsroom (Hi, Aunt Hanke), followed by a whirl through the Libary to meet Great-Aunts ("You have no idea how Great we are") Judy and Mary.

And Mary promised me a Notre Dame track suit, to teach me the Fight Song, and some words that even DAD doesn't know* , in case they lose.

* Dad SAYS he doesn't know them. And be careful with the link. It is a list of words for when the Irish are losing.

Happy Birthday, AJ!

We all had a swell time together eating Italian food (mine came in a bottle) (so did Dad's) to celebrate Aunt Jess's birthday on March 31.

We sincerely regret the delay, and the tableside burping.