Rob loves this pizza place near Lompoc. Turns out they deliver – Score! Check out their homepage and notice that we could have used their ‘cupons’, but decided to click on the menu option instead and possibly order a ’sandwitch’. Hey – spelling is not required to make a good pizza!
Speaking of spelling, how do you spell the word that describes your husbands’ PT shorts after being worn one day and draped over the computer chair waiting to be worn the next day? According to Rob, it’s spelled: Clirty…half clean/half dirty. To him this is a perfectly acceptable state of being for gym shorts. eeeewwwww….
John is up to his usual antics: Rob just came in our bedroom laughing. JD took the time to reach out of his pack n play, fish out a photo from a little album we keep on the table just out of his reach (or not) and crumple it up and hand it up to daddy, who is trying to pick him up. Smiling like a cheshire cat all the while.
JD is smiling more and getting into more trouble these days. The other day, I put him in his pack n play and heard him with his music happily entertaining himself while I fixed lunch. Gradually, it got very quiet and when I peeked around the corner he had almost completely emptied the entire kleenex box. I think he ate a fair bit too.
Rob just finished giving him a bath; much needed since the other day Rob told me he accidentally put Butt Paste in JD’s hair. hmmm…
- Hey, what’s this?
- Look at this!
- These taste good!
Rob had John on the changing table putting him into a little shorts and tee outfit for the HOT night that is ahead. The outfit happens to have dumptrucks on it, so Rob called him a little “dump-trucker”…then he clarified that he wasn’t calling John a “dumb trucker”. We must be clear about that:)










































































