Quality weekend on the Cowley front. We spent a lot of time running errands during the day and dancing to techno music at night in efforts to break in our new strobe light. Just kidding…obviously. These days I’m yawning before the bars and cat napping on the way back....on the rare occassions we actually go out. You have to make sure you have enough rest to get out of the car and up to bed, right? I use to have “it” but I lost “it.” Our weekend nights don’t usually last past 10:30 p.m. Before that time, you may come across some sort of homemade wine and dine complimented with some awful cinema. This Saturday we watched “Dinner for Schmucks” and I was pretty disappointed to say the least. Good cast, decent plot, but horrible execution. I laughed harder at “Grown-Ups” and people crucified that movie in my circle. Anyway, this blog wasn’t created for Netflix reviews.
Low key is the theme these days. Can I get a hallelujah?
Kori has become quite the fearless munchkin which in turn makes me a frightful mess. There is no mountain high enough or a valley low enough to keep her from getting to whatever/wherever it is that peaks her interest at that time. She’s catching on to the concept of “Ima getch chu” which is a lot fun so we spend a decent amount of time playing tag all over the house. Is crawling a good exercise? It sure does feel like it sometimes. Waving hi is another fun development piece we are going through, and it’s obvious she pays attention when you are talking to her now. Dad received his first open mouth kiss last week. Sounds gross, but it wasn’t…and it was all at the same time. Made my day. If you ask me though, she needs to stop hanging with the pets. Go ahead and bring a popsicle or a banana…or even worse a banana popsicle to the living room for a post dinner snack and see who comes to put their head on your lap. Miss Kori has mastered the art of begging. We all know that if Kori decides to play the game, she will win 100% of the time all the time. That’s it for me folks. Catch you next time.
" I was 11 years old. I hit ten straight fastballs in the batting cage, then my friend Jeff Sweeney took one in the groin. I yelled "ball two!" Everybody laughed. That's when I knew I was funny."
~Phil Dunphy
Weekend at the Park
Too cool for kisses
The little man about to lunge at some ducks
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