I slept late so Mommy had to wake me up because today is a school day. I woke up happy. Last night I said I was willing to wear one of my pretty new short sleeved shirts to school and I would change to a long sleeved cowboy shirt after school. And this morning I went along with the idea until it came down to putting the shirt on...... I wore a long sleeved shirt to school. GGM said, "No biggie. Mason will decide when the time is right for short sleeves and shorts."
On the trip to school Barbara and I talked about all the big changes that are going to be happening in the next couple of weeks. Mommy, Maggie, and I will be all moved into our home. I will have lots of neighborhood children to play with. Barbara, GGM and GGF, and Mimz will still babysit me while Mommy is at work. I am looking forward to this next chapter in my life.
After school GGF, Barbara, and I went to Wal-Mart. The lady in the bakery gave me a cookie. We stopped by my new house to show GGF the new floors.
GGM cooked six pounds of sausage patties to freeze. GGF eats two every morning with his breakfast. Sometimes I have one also. Everyone is getting ready for the painters to come on Thursday. It is a lot of work packing up, cleaning, and still be able to live in the rooms.
Barbara noticed that I felt hot to her touch so she took my temperature. 100 degrees. I willingly took some Ibuprofen and...
soon fell asleep for almost three hours. When I woke up, the first person I saw was my daddy. He and Mommy had just arrived to move somethings to the new house. I did not have a temperature. They helped me get dressed so I could help them move some of my toys.
They took my play kitchen and my train table to my new toy room. I would have gone but Luke was outside and my choice was to stay and play.
We ended up helping Mr. Brad do yard work. I wheeled the empty bags to the trash can. I came home willingly when Mr. Brad said he was finished for the night. I was bushed. GGM and Barbara sat in lawn chairs watching me work across the street.
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