This week's title references the way we spent most of our weekend--- cleaning/purging our closet. Four large headed-to-Goodwill trashbags later, and we can not only walk in, but can also open and close the door.
Here's an "after" pic.
There are no "before" shots, for fear of triggering a visit from various government agencies.
As has been our quest since Riley's last ped appointment, we've continued to try to fatten him up.
This week he took the disgusting step that all babies take, and all sane parents dread... he tried Vienna sausages, and liked them.
I don't know if they are actually meat, or even produced on this planet, but they're packed with calories and he eats 'em, as we all did.
Since you can't live on gelatinous pseudo meat product alone, he's also learned to like eating, and feeding himself, biscuits. A much better choice by all standards.
Still, I don't know how he can be underweight, look at this kid's gut.
(it's genetic. he's got no shot of a flat tummy with his Wallace DNA)
Thursday night was Rhythms on the River and we forgot our camera.
He did get to meet loyal weekly reader Ms Mindy, who offered him a plastic cup with ice, thus forever earning a place in his heart.
Friday night, Mommy and Daddy lined up a babysitter and headed down to the Blue Moon to catch Woodboss, a band comprised of most of the Weary Boys, plus one of their wives.
We missed them when they came through at this time last year because Riley was 3 weeks old (on his original due date), and we couldn't justify leaving him with anyone.
This year though we had no problem.
It marked only the second time we've been out past 9 since he was born, yet we survived.
Saturday lunch was at Organically Yours because we had a BOGO coupon.
He enjoyed his cup of guacamole and browsing the various supplements and fancy foods.
The food was good, but not my favorite for that price point.
Next, he helped us shop for a float for our upcoming beach trip.
We found one that looked cool in the package, but just looked like a cheerleader outfit on him.
In defiance of all parental sadism, we passed on it, but at least got a pic.
Saturday night, we tried a new restaurant, Pizzeria Venti located near the intersection of Pinhook and (Censored) Road, in the new strip next to Cane's.
Good casual atmosphere. The food was pretty good and priced reasonably. We ordered three slices of pizza, an appetizer of three Bocci Balls (meatballs in dough) and a lemonade for just over 20 bucks.
He enjoyed his individual pizza toppings and his Blueberry cheesecake (another fat booster)
Sunday, we headed over to Lamson Park to watch UL's ladies play their last weekend home game of the year.
Since the weather was awesome, Riley got to ride in the Jeep for the first time as an aware human being.
Mommy sat in the back with him and he had a blast with the wind in his (nappy, needing to be cut) hair.
Since we forgot his hat and glasses at home (not that he wears them anyway) he spent most of the game trying to find shade.
He hung out with Poppy and played with Uncle Eli.
Then he heard there was a group of 20-something, cute girls all in one place and contained by a fence, which he thought sounded like his kind of zoo.
He had his entourage clear the way so he could find the gals and "holla" at 'em.
He played it cool once mommy caught him though.
After all that, and with the game going into extra innings, he took a good nap on Poppy's shoulder.
And since he wasn't quite ready to wake up even when the game was done, I got to be his personal sunshade as we walked to the Jeep.
Once he woke up, we headed over to Maggie Moo's for a treat Joan had been anticipating for along time, but was forbidden by the no-dairy phase--- Red Velvet Ice cream.
She could hardly contain her giddiness.
He, on the other hand, just looked like he had tried to put on his own lipstick.
But he was happy.
Next week is Festival week, so look for him riding around in style in the Kelty downtown.