This weekend.. we had Thai food and got ice cream after at Arctic Circle with the grandparents, ventured out for bagels and waffles for breakfast, went to Costco, Home Depot, and Best Buy together as a family, watched BYU beat Texas at Jan's (while Andy went with his dad, brother-in-law and his pops to the game in Provo) with extended family, and celebrated HG's baby blessing (which I missed cuz of the Sunday School class I teach and forgot would run until noon since we just recently switched from having Sacrament last to Sacrament first). What a weekend!
I just adore the weekends. Though the weekdays sometimes mimic the weekends because we do get to see our family all the time and eat out or at Grandma's more often than not, we just don't get as much of Daddy as we do on the weekends.
The other day, I was in the bathroom and I heard Jordan climb onto our bed where Bubba was laying. He said, "Bubba... I love you." And then he just sort of lay there with him. I've found that if I'm not in bed when Jordan comes into our room, this is a normal thing for him. It's absolutely adorable. I managed to get a photo of it the next day.
Bubba is a happy baby, as most fat babies are. This is my favorite onesie because it is a t-shirt over a onesie so it is not tucked into any pants I put over it. And it has fake little suspenders on it.