Yeah, so, mighty, mighty good man David is in London for a week for work.
I know, right? I work in Oakland, and I seriously doubt my office would send me to Emeryville. I never get to go anywhere. GAWD!
So anyway, this means it’s just me and the Spawn this week. It’s a bummer time to David to be away. First of all, The Boy is all about David right now. Now he has to settle for lame ol’ me for a week. Poor kid.
Also, The Boy is really, really close to walking. He is pulling himself and holding on to things like the window ledge, the couch, the table or the dog, and walking along the side. I’m so afraid that he is going to start walking while David is away, so I’ve been knocking him down. Sweep the leg!
I kid. Don’t call Child Protective Services … again.