Bach-ing it

Owyn and I are home alone. Tracy and Rhys are off to Missouri. Owie and I will follow on Friday, after work. It will be a long day for the little dude.

This weekend is the memorial service for Tracy's grandparents. We will drive back on Monday. Tuesday will be the boy's surgery. I can't wait for June when all of the excitement should be over.

Owyn was very happy to see me when I picked him up, as always. I did not have a gee or water in my car. He was not so happy with Daddy after that. I got him some water, but he was tired and just wanted to go home. We had to stop and get dog food. He cried the whole time we were in there.

The manager offered to help me get the dog food out to the car. I thought that was very nice of him. I just gave Owyn my keys instead. That kept him happy until we got to the car. Then he cried again.

Once we got going I rolled down Owyn's window. Like a dog, this makes him happy. Once the window was down he stopped crying until we got home. When Owyn saw his Mama's car in the garage (she borrowed a truck from a friend), he smiled and said "Mama, Mama, MAMA!".

Again with the disappointment Daddy.