Heck, it's hectic!

I guess, soon enough, hectic is gonna be my middle name. Especially after this weekend. The good thing was that I met my new aunts, drooled over uncle Jon, fell for an Afghani dress (and cuisine), and hanged out in the coffee shops and parks while the dog stayed at home. The bad thing was there was like hundred degrees outside and it was so humid that you weren’t able to breathe without thinking you're being water-boarded. The only good thing about this weather was the lightning bugs that were going crazy in our backyard... but then, I could watch them just when I took the dog to poop and that activity kind-a spoiled the romantic mood.

But back to the weekend. It was good even though my head was past the boiling point and you could fry an egg on my stroller. But we had a nice walk in Princeton, mommy kicked aunt Katka's butt in a really humiliating attempt at a Wii boxing match, we went to Philly (and luckily I was too young to get drafted, otherwise I think my mom would send me to Boston right then and there along with those losers in Abraham-Lincoln-style uniforms)… as I said, hectic. I wasn't even able to take a nap (not that I would really need to). And next weekend won't be any easier. Friday is the stars-and-stripes day, on Saturday my grandma's coming, on Sunday I'll have to play with all the toys she's gonna bring me, and on Monday we plan to go to NYC. There's no rest for the wicked.

So much to do so little time

Today, everybody wanted a piece of me. It was crazy. As soon as I opened my eyes I was in high demand. And I ain't talking just 'bout mom, dad, and that smelly dog who's trying to lick my feet each and every morning... Uncle Tomas called that he's already waiting for me at the train station. I like him. His famous foot-to-head-and-butt-hanging-low baby hold is quite comfy so I was pretty eager to pick him up so that he can pick me up… but it wasn't so easy. We picked him up and dropped daddy off (he keeps talking 'bout making money for toys which I don't get. Why? I mean, I got tons of them and they keep on coming so why bother with going somewhere to get more of them?). And then we went to the vet 'cause it's been two weeks already and the dog didn't want to have those metal clips in her belly anymore. And then we went for a walk, for lunch to a classy Indian place, and to daddy's work to meet all my facebook buddies. So, in case you're reading this… it was real nice chatting with you all.

And now, on a little more personal note:

Aunt Manali, don't you worry, you didn't make me cry… it was the cubicles and the idea of growing up and going to school in couple of years just so that I can work till I drop… that got to be a little too much for me to handle.

And uncle Ben, I'm pretty sure that your head pulsated even more than mine when you were my age!