Well today's Friday and I can't speak for everyone else but, TGIF baby, TGIF. It's been a tough week for me. I'm looking forward to a little weekend R&R.
First, Mommy decided with my recent growth spurt to 9pds ( all muscle obviously...duh) that some of the outfits I have been wearing up to now we're getting a bit small. Well I like my baby blue one piece Egyptian cotton jumper. I feel good in it and more importantly I like the way the blue colour compliments my Mediterranean skin tone. But, since Mommy decided it's too small I no longer get to wear it. She has replaced it with this yellow one piece from H&M that I really don't care for.. Since when did the Swedes become fashion plates?? But, I'll let her think I'm fine and show my true feelings about my wardrobe change at 2AM tonight. That should teach her a lesson!!
Secondly, Papoo came back from Greece yesterday and stopped by to see me for the first time. Daddy tells me I'm named after Papoo so, I was on my best behaviour for the old guy. Hey you need to treat the grandparent's well..you never know when they might slip you a new teddy bear. Me, I like the musical teddy bears that can take a pounding. I don't like those delicate teddy's that you can't throw against the wall. I want my teddy to be able to play Chopin perfectly regardless of the beating I put it through.
Anyways, Papoo stopped by and while I was quite happy to see him, he was talking to me in some language I couldn't understand. It didn't sound anything like the language I've grown accustomed to the adults talking. But, what do I know about languages; I'm 4 weeks old! It's all Greek to me.
Though, what really threw the week into disarray was the television show that is being shot across the street from our house. ( I say "our house" but, it's really my house. My Mommy and Daddy are slowly learning this fact.) They are shooting an episode of Selling Homes from the Home and Garden television channel and gosh are they disruptive.
They've taken over the whole neighbourhood and when Daddy takes me for a walk, he has to walk around these big trucks and cross the street to the other side to avoid all their equipment.
The thing is, I don't like walking on the other side of the street; no one on that side has any babies for me to chat with. At least on my side of the street there are a couple of my peeps and we like to check each other out when on walks.
And TV people get real loud in the afternoon while they're shooting ( you'd think they're Martin Scorsese by the amount of re shoots they do) and interrupt my prime nap time. In fact on Wednesday they were so loud that I woke up and started crying because I was unsure where I was... jeez it was so noisy I almost did not feel like eating. Key word almost. It takes quite a bit to make me not want to eat....
So I'm glad it's Friday and the work week grind and it's commotion is behind us. Personally, I have a pretty nice weekend planned ahead for me. I'll wake up, eat, sleep, wake up, eat, sleep and repeat. Sure it sounds a bit quiet and boring but, did you not just read about the busy week I had??
Au Revior,
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