Grandma and Grandpa came to visit this weekend, giving Mommy and Daddy time to go to their first home Husky game of the year. They now wish they hadn't gone; not because the Dawgs lost, but because when they got home, Antonio had a new Canadian whiskey sleeping bag.
(Antonio says: Mommy and Daddy say I should buy American, but the Maker's Mark poncho hasn't arrived yet. So it's Crown Royal for me.)
As much as Antonio loved his Booze Bag, he failed to show it by having two very rough nights with THE SCREAMING AND THE CRYING AND THE YELLING AND THE UNHAPPINESS AND THE CARRYING ON AND THE WHATNOT.
Not even his Winnie the Pooh friends could calm him down. Although he has started watching them as they spin above his head when he's getting changed. (Yeah, it's about the cutest thing ever.)
Then today, he met another cute baby. His name was also Antonio and he lives in the mirror on Antonio's playmat. He stared at himself for about 30 minutes. (Wait, I take back what I said about the Winnie the Pooh mobile. This was about the cutest thing ever.)
Oh, and to make sure you know that I don't think everything he does is the cutest thing ever, I refer you back to the paragraph about THE SCREAMING AND THE CRYING AND THE YELLING AND THE UNHAPPINESS AND THE CARRYING ON AND THE WHATNOT. Because that wasn't cute. At all.
But enough about that, look at this:
And again, all is forgiven. (And yes, his cheeks are starting to get chubby. And it's about the cutest... nevermind.)
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