Check out my cool Frenchie t-shirt from Aunt Jeannie.
"Reading" with Grammy. Eating and throwing books counts, right? Those Ivy League schools are overrated anyway.
Back at my perch. Hey neighbors! What up?
Everyone, this is my Pop. I hear he's a pushover and gave my cousin Coop seven sausages for breakfast one morning. My Grammy seems to be a sucker as well. I guess they're a good pair. Grammy claims to actually like changing my diapers (I often scream during this process as it is rather unpleasant).
Still love my feet.
Wow. That sleeping rhino looks a lot like my doggie, Tug, only much bigger. Where do they keep the frenchies at this place?
Sneak attack.
Grammy and Pop arrived on April 15th for a long weekend. We were the first stop on their southern tour, including time in Savannah and at The Landings. They spoiled Tad with new clothes and a rocking chair that he has now mastered standing up on. We spent Sunday at Zoo Atlanta, but somehow managed to all forgot our cameras. Pop took the above pics with his cell phone. We had a great visit and only wish it could have been longer.
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