Well, if he's not ahead of the class on smiles, Truman sure is getting gold stars in sitting. He sometimes can sit 30...60...even 90 seconds before toppling over in cuteness! You're amazed, I know you are.
truman and everett, talking about the beautiful June day
OK, now that is going in the baby book. If I ever make one.
Today we went to pick up daddy from work. And as we were going over the Interstate bridge, this would be the majorly busy bridge between Oregon and Washington, the stunning narrow high one, the batteries Grandpa's truck (which we were driving) started to sputter and die. The windshield wipers stopped working (and you know we need those in Portland in June). The radio faded to nothingness. I thought we wouldn't make it, but we did, all the way to the motor pool of the 1/413th. I chose a parking space carefully. And the truck shut itself down.
This was bad, but Sgt. Rodriguez helped daddy save the day and I was so, so happy that my hubbie works in a motor pool with camo-colored Big Trucks at his disposal. And I had plenty of time to stare at my favorite seven-week-old. And make him...laugh?
truman in grandpa's truck