Oupa

So, the old guy is 58 this past weekend.

I love my Oupa, Grandpa, Grand-dad, Old Guy....

He makes my hot cereal for me in the mornings, those mornings my mommy lets me sleep over.

This morning, however, grandma was trying to help keep my belly full.  You see, grandpa will feed me a bit, then feed himself.  Well, that pause when he feeds himself, I'm not such a fan of.  So, grandma came over to help.  However, apparently, this is something I ONLY do with grandpa.  Twice, I pushed grandma out of the way while she was feeding me.

Mommy and grandma laughed SO hard.  However, I don't find it that funny.

Grandpa feeds me and shows me lights, grandma cleans up after me, makes me delicious bottles, washes my clothes, bathes me, dresses me, changes my diapers, reads to me, paints my monkey on the wall and on a canvas to go home, sings to me, knits me hats, comes to my house when I'm sick, and, well, you get the picture.

I'm one spoiled little monster!!!

Now, when will mommy go away again so I can arrive at the front door with my blue suitcase again?...