Yes, I'm Still Alive

In order to explain my absence from blogging over the past week, I must share a somewhat embarrassing fact: Mommy does not allow me to blog unsupervised (she really treats me like a child sometimes). This means, when mommy's busy (and let it be known that by busy, I mean mommy taking time for herself to practice yoga and run and get a mani/pedi instead of allowing me to chronicle my life adventures), young Weston is prohibited from blogging. I've tried to negotiate blogging rights with Luci's supervision, so I am not beholden to mommy's schedule, but I lost that argument because mommy said since Luci can't speak English, she can't properly monitor what I write. A technicality!

Also, I must say M & D have been somewhat neglecting their photo-snapping duties. I guess six weeks pass and I'm not as important anymore. At least Luci still loves me.

It's been an entire week since my last post, so let me catch you up on what's been happening. 

Last week, we made our first trip to Buni and Papa John's house. We even stayed overnight. I loved every minute of it. It was nice to get out of the city and stay in a real home, with a yard and a deck and nice landscaping. Luci, Buni and Papa John took turns doting on me while mommy was off - again - doing yoga, running and taking really long hot showers. She's having some sort of post-baby personal Renaissance. Whatever. And did she remember to take any pictures of my first trip to Buni and Papa John's? No.

We came back to the city Friday night just in time to have M & D's friends Katie and Jake and their kids come over for dinner. And did my parents think to take any pictures of me with Katie and Jake? No.

On Saturday, M & D's friends Chris and Andree were in town from NYC for the Northwestern homecoming game. They came over and kicked off a long day of day-drinking with M & D. No complaints here because I got to hang out with the four of them all day long. We started with mimosas at our house, then went to Nookies for brunch and, since we got caught in a rainstorm on our walk home, we ducked into the Lincoln Hotel and spent the afternoon at The J. Parker bar on the rooftop. It was a fabulous day. Then M & D went for an impromptu date night while I hung out with Luci. I caused a bit if a fuss after they left (I generally dislike being excluded from things) but eventually passed out from exhaustion after the day's excitement.

On Sunday, M & D were supposed to take me to Harvest Days at the Farm at Lincoln Park Zoo so I could decorate a pumpkin. But, by the time they got their acts together and we got to the Farm, all the pumpkins were gone. Typical M & D. Can't execute a plan properly to save their lives. Mommy did feel very bad about that and went out and bought me some miniature pumpkins yesterday. I'll give her that. Daddy didn't do anything to redeem himself.

After the pumpkin debacle on Sunday, mommy took me for our first run along the lake. I loved it... until I didn't. I was sleeping so soundly that mommy decided to go for a really long run. Unfortunately, I had an abrupt and inexplicable meltdown around Addison Street (even I can't tell you what exactly happened). I was screaming so loudly and got so red in the face, and we were so far from home, mommy had to call daddy and ask him to drive up and pick us both up in the car. So, first mommy & Weston jog = major fail. But I am assured by mommy there will be more attempts.

And then the Bears lost.

Sunday wasn't the best day for Casa Bargoz-Tedeschi-Tedeschi.

That's it for now. Don't blame me for the lack of interesting pictures. You know who the culprits are.

Love,

WFT