Smores. I love them. Minus the chocolate.
So Coconut saw the new patio this weekend. He came, he saw, he peed on it, he conquered.
He hung out on the patio with the family, snuggling with anyone who would let him hop into their lap. Him likes blankets and warm people. Him liked him Aunt Jamie at this party thanks
to her blankie. Well and her vodka smile.
Coconut was mostly a good boy this weekend.
Minus the peeing on the new patio.
He did like the game of bean bag toss under the influence.
He did not like Jamie throwing the bean bags hard at me and Sarah...because he thought in his little Coconut head that he didn't like that neither and if he got hit, it would hurt. Him thought Aunt Jamie was being a sore loser while him Aunt Jenny was playing by all of the rules although under the same amount of influence.
He thought standing here, right in this SPOT was where to be. Just in case some smackrel of something dropped.
Him likes smackrels.
Him likes him snacks.
Him likes to snuggle and him likes not running.
Him is Mommy Boy.
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