Clay convinced me that at 39 years old I still had some inner child in me and should explore it by joining a men's baseball league. So my thank you goes to Clay for giving me a motivating factor to get off of my butt and do something active and supposedly fun. My WTF was I thinking also stems from the same decision. 40 year old knees and ankles do not appreciate the catcher's crouch very much. I just hope nothing falls off this season!
That was the least exciting news that has hit the Bozicevich household in the last few weeks however. Emilee has decided it is time to start a new career and has decided on professional money spender. We just have to find someone interested in investing in her new start-up. I can tell you from my experience as an investor in this company that she is very dedicated and diligent. Just let me know if you are interested and I'll send you the prospectus.
Oh, and Anna Grace is now a fully fledged member of the walking society....
She started last week and has been exploring her limits since. She kind of looks like a surfer at first. By getting up on one knee and then spreading her arms she gets enough balance to stand. Now the fun part begins. She gets so excited about the fact that she is standing on her own that she bounces up and down, and more often than not ends up back down on the floor. Once she stays up she starts her little "marching" around the kitchen and living room.
I am not sure if she always she remembers she has knees; half of the time she is parading around in a mini goose step. The other half of the time she looks like a cat with tape on its paws. It is truly fun to watch and she seems to get so much pleasure out of it. She just has this S... eating grin on her face about 90% of the time now. I have to wonder if deep down she feels a sense of freedom now that she is upright. How aware of what is going on is she? I hope enough to know that she makes Mom and Dad very happy and very proud so far. I mean I need to get those feelings in before she becomes a teenager right?
She also got a hold of some french fries. I am not sure what Momma was thinking starting this addiction this early, but the picture at the lead of this blog is her face immediately after the fries. Looks like we might be in for some mickey d's runs in the future.
A quick final note. I want to say thanks to everyone that popped over for the Super Bowl. We had a blast and it was good to see everybody. Get prepared for April!
Keep Smiling,
Rob
You two let her learn how to walk, way to go, its over now, game over man, game over, build a camp fire and starting singing so songs! Too cute nonetheless. Something about you and Clay playing baseball, I didn't know they let you bring walkers and canes on the field.
ReplyDeleteWTF pretty much sums it up.
ReplyDeleteI see an EMT in your future and they won't be in the mirror. Sooner (hopefully) or later, you are going to have to come to grips with not being a little boy any more and stop letting your brain write checks your body can't cash.
Trust me. I know about this subject. Like Willy Nelson said, "I've outlived my pecker." (and most other body parts as well). Happens to everyone.
I guess it could be worse. You might have gone for hockey, or full-contact golf, or synchronized swimming. Who knows?
You might also try convincing Em to look into being a Purchasing Agent or something. Then she could get the shopping and buying done on someone else's dime. Just a thought.
It is really good to see the kid walking so well. That means she can help take care of you when you get home from the hospital after your sports fling.
Not being one of the "poppers" you speak of, why should I get ready for April? Have you started doing taxes now too?
'Noid