Babymoon

Week 31

This week we all went on a trip to a place called Nashville. My mother kept calling it a babymoon and it was cool because my dad came too. Once again I got on an airplane where my mother proceeded to adjust that seat belt just a liiiiiittle too tightly. The rest of the trip I can't complain about , though. (Except for a couple of times when I was shaken awake by what seemed like an earthquake.Still trying to figure out what that was.)The rest of the time she ate fried pickles, biscuits (love) and listened to country music (love). Also, we went to a store called Vintage Baby and she bought me a Coming Home outfit complete with booties. AND I scored my very own bow tie. I am well on the way to becoming the gentleman I want to be.