MOVING STINKS!

So I just get settled into my new digs after 6 weeks in this world, and my folks decide to haul off and move to a new place. There are boxes and piles of stuff everywhere... I just hope I don't get packed up along with everything else.

I had a chance to see my new room this weekend, and I must say I'm impressed. Papa and Grammy Greenwald came by to help Mom and Dad paint and get things squared away. Grandpa and Grandma Buck are going to help us move Saturday. I'll have to make sure I stretch a lot so I don't throw my back out while lifting something.

...1, 2, 3 STRIKES YOU'RE OUT AT THE (REALLY) OLD BALLGAME

For those of you who are regular readers of my blog ( "Evie Mac's Pack"), you know that I went to an old-time baseball game at Greenfield Village last weekend. Mom and Dad took me, along with Grandpa and Grandma Buck and my great grandparents, Tom and Betty. We had a great time, and I learned a lot.

A bunch of old guys with funny mustaches and strange outfits came out and gave us a demonstration of how the game was played between the Civil War and the forming of modern baseball. I think that's about a million years ago. Anyways, it was neat to watch these guys play with no gloves and run around the bases the wrong way. I asked Tom what it was like living during the Civil War, but he just kept talking about this thing called a "wipple." I told him that Mom's going to buy me a "wipple-bat" when I'm old enough.

TOUCHDOWN!

As much as I've loved watching the Tigers with Mom and Dad, I'm really looking forward to football season. Dad tells me that someday I can watch a game at the "big house." I'm not sure who lives at the "big house," but I hope they have a "big TV."

I am confused about who I'm supposed to root for. Dad loves Michigan. He works for U of M, and I kinda like the funny looking helmets they wear. On the other hand, Mom likes some team called Notre Dame. I like the name, but Dad always tells me "domers are dumb." I don't really know what he's talking about, but it's always followed by "Rudy's an idiot" and something about Jesus scoring a touchdown. I don't know how Dad could root against Jesus, but he seems pretty passionate about it.

One thing they do agree on is that I can never be something called a "buckeye." They tell me that buckeyes are vile creatures who are loud, crude, and are missing teeth. I don't have any teeth, but they assure me I'm fine. I sure hope I never see a buckeye... but I hear books keep them away. I have a lot of books in my room.

It's late... I'm tired... and something stinks in my diaper. Gotta go.

ON THE GO...

So one of my favorite things to do is travel. I'm always on the go. Mom and Dad have taken me to the Ann Arbor Art Fair, to Papa and Grammy's in Grand Rapids, to Dearborn where my Great Grandparents Tom and Betty live, to the mall, to IKEA, and tons of other places. Tomorrow I'm going to see the old-time baseball game at Greenfield Village, and then I'm off to Flint to see my Great Aunt Lorraine. What can I say, I'm in demand.

Ok, ok...time to hit the road people.

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