I spent some time before the Patriots game yesterday trying out my crib, though I've yet to actually sleep in it. I like the stuffed animals that spin around above my head; at least Mom says they're stuffed animals - I see only colorful shapes moving.
I decided to wave at the camera this one time, just to say hello to everyone out there in Audience Land. You know who you are.
On Wednesday, I said goodbye to Dad's dad and mom (aka Frank and Sylvia) for real. I am happy to report that both the grandparents and the Jubelale arrived intact in Pittsfield, Mass. I shall miss Grandpa Frank holding me for hours and taking me for stroller rides each day, and I wish Granny Syl well with her sudoku puzzles.
Today I am two months old. Last night the three generations of us Jakubowicz men had our photo taken, and then I said goodbye to Dad's dad and mom (aka Frank and Sylvia) who were going back to Pittsfield, Massachusetts, today, with their Jubelale in their suitcase and songs in their hearts - but their flight was canceled. So here they are with us again, and I will say goodbye to them once more tonight. Dad explained what I now see to be true - goodbye does not mean forever. He said he got that from a greeting card.
At the aforementioned birthday party for Jenny and Sharon, who did I run into? My friend Sarah - who denied being dressed for a SCA party later in the evening.
Last night I went to a birthday party for Sharon (holding me here) and Jenny. They had cake, and I had milk. Diane, seated left, was kind enough to let me spit up on her later. Thanks, Diane! Happy B-day, Sharon and Jenny!
