Noah's Blog: Oma, Oma, Bo-Boma, Banana-fana Fo-foma...

I know, it's been a long time since my last post. I've grown up, found a job driving a rolling rig. Quite the life. An honest days work, a few cold ones waiting for me in the fridge when I get home ...

Well, ok, Dad helped me a little bit.

But, man, is this thing fun.

Of course, after a hard day of work in the summer, nothing beats the pool to cool off. I guess Dad was cool enough because he stayed home.

Thankfully, cousin Mike picked up the slack.

Eat your heart out, Tyler. No 13th pick here, baby. (This one is for you, Hannah!)

I am so jealous that Cousin Hailey gets to do the slide all by herself. When will it be my turn, when?

Mom says I have to wait a while. So I am relegated to the shallow end of the pool with Mom. But that's OK 'cause that is where Cousin Bethany hangs with little Cousin Harper, so it's cool.

Part of growing up is shopping for your own stuff. No more riding. I drive my own cart now. I insist on it. Did I mention, I insist on it?

You've got a better shot at prying a rifle from Charlton Heston's hands than getting this cart away from me. As Mom can tell you, this turns a basic trip into a two (2) TWO! hour shopping event, especially when I insist on the self check-out with $157 worth of groceries.

But, to the title of the post. Oma came to see me. We did play-doh and lots of other stuff. For some reason, when she comes to visit we have so much fun that we forget to take lots of photos. Oops!