It's a Guy Thing

I had to work a really long day today, but the good news is that things are going to slow down starting next week. Even though I had to leave by 7:00 this morning, Daddy was off work so he and Ollie slept late and kicked back all morning. Daddy headed off early to his tractor show and left Ollie in Grammie's charge.

After working at Walmart and then heading to a meeting in Mason, I finally made it home around 4:30. I picked Ollie up and immediately Grammie and Poppy described the incident that happened in the kiddie pool today. All I'll say is the prunes must have kicked after just a few minutes relaxing in the water. What can I say, that's what they get for discussing bowels all the time!

Cousin Mikey and his band, Nervous Habits, are out on tour and passing through Cincinnati. They stopped by to crash at Grammie's so Ollie and I managed to mooch a meal and play groupie all in one evening. As we ate baked spaghetti, Ollie sat in his high chair listening intently to all the guy-talk for the first few minutes. Occasionally he would look at me or Grammie for reassurance, then start smiling at his new friends. Once he got comfortable, his true personality came out and he started showing off. I guess no matter what age, a guy just can't resist a little showboating.
Grammie and I cleaned up the dishes while the guys had a deep discussion around the table. Ollie was at the center of the conversation and didn't miss a beat. He must have convinced the gang that he's their youngest fan, because suddenly he was dressed in a band t-shirt!
After all this testosterone Ollie was exhausted, so we headed home to chow down on prunes, cereal, and milk. Poor guy was down for the count as soon as his head hit the mattress. I guess if you can't run with the big dogs, you should stay on the porch.