Road Trip, Road Playoff Loss

The day begun with a new sleep spot.  The thing shakes all over like those tacky motel beds, but I was asleep in seconds.  Doesn't everybody have morning naps in front of a fire?   

For those regular blog-heads you will recognize this as the much-delayed swing.  This is the Cadillac of swings complete with rotating small plush birds.  

Another first: walking.  Ha! No not me.  I threw a saddle on Daddy and walked him.  This was after a nice drive up I-76 to Grandma and Grandpa's farm.

Nobody seemed to concerned about the pack of hungry steers that were just creepily following us around.  I distracted Dad and he stepped in a heaping pile of . . . [edited].  Hat tip to Uncle Jon, Aunt Colleen, and Cousin Cael for the Daddy Saddle that you sent.

Grandpa knows how to make a guy comfortable.  He has a much bigger light and color thing on the wall.  Speaking of colorful, his language during football games.

My thighs could use some work, let's be honest.  Grandpa called them skinny all afternoon, but he is used to my cousin Corbin who is put together like a brick diaper genie.

Happy hour with Grandpa.  He has some advanced holding techniques but my neck muscles were up to the challenge.

A 2007 Duckhorn Merlot had me raising my eyebrows.  Nice selection from the cellar . . . me?  No thanks, I'm growing.

I had to be swaddled because I kept throwing my hat at the TV.  The Patriots got off to a fast start and my Bronc-show just looked like they were cold and wanted hot cocoa sooner rather than later.