Behold! Iron Fist Banks!

This week has been eventful. I have been spending my time training for combat, and honing my body into a deadly weapon. I have been doing crunches to work on my core strength, and I have been taking advantage of Tummy Time to work on my lats, traps, lower back, and of course, the suboccipital triangle. Perhaps it's time to think about hiring a trainer to further my results?

This picture is one that Daddy took of me as I stated my usual chant of "POW! Right in the kissa!"

I have been on the road a bit as well. I ate at a Foster's Grill to see just what Uncle Dave and Aunt Cathy are getting into. I didn't see any Enfamil on the menu though, so I kind of just skipped lunch and watched everyone else eat. I also got to spend some time at George H.W. Bush's favorite chinese restaurant. Again, no Enfamil on the menu. What's with that?

Grandma went downtown yesterday to go see the Pope on his whirlwind tour of the United States. He's here in DC for a few days. Here is a picture that she took of him in the world famous Pope-Mobile.
The Pope was excited to be here in America. When he got off the plane, he got to ride in most plush and comfortable limousine that the he had ever been in. He told the driver how much he loved it, and the driver said "You think it's nice back here, you should try driving it. It rides like a dream!" So the Pope thought for a minute and said "you know, I would love to take it for a spin". The limo driver pulled over and he and the Pope switched places. The pontiff was so impressed with the limo's pick-up that he gunned it just to see how fast it could go. Well, the Pope didn't realize that he went right through a speed trap. The cops pulled him over. The cop approached the limo, looked in the driver's window and saw the Pope. He walked back to his car and got on the radio back to headquarters. He radioed in and asked the protocol for pulling over very important people. The radio operator asked "Who is it? A senator? A celebrity? The president?" The cop radioed back and said "Lets just put it this way: I dunno who's in the limo, but the Pope is his chauffeur!"

I had the best week ever!

Granted I only have about 11 of them to compare to, but I just had the best week ever. Now at this point you ask, "why did you have the best week ever?" Well I'll tell you true my friends.

Last Thursday I got to see Bella again. It was another chaperoned visit, but until I learn to drive that car I guess I have no choice. How do parents drive those cars sitting backwards anyways? She and I had a good time, but she's off to Argentina for a while. I'll sneak in a call when I can though. Over the weekend I got to spend some time with Ngoai and Uncle Bop, although I mostly just slept. I got to show off how good I'm getting at smiling. Ngoai cracks me up with her Vietnamese Baby Babble.

I have mastered a new self defense technique in the ever evolving discipline of Drew-Jitsu. This new technique involves no striking, works at distance, and fends off the dreaded diaper change technique. The timing is critical. You must anticipate your foe's every move. Once your enemy has finished removing the pee guard, but before he fastens a new diaper, both of his hands will be occupied. His concentration will be on removing the diaper's micro-velcro strips from your clothes and attaching them properly on the diaper. It is at this very instant that you have your foe off-guard. He will not be expecting you to execute the "Soaking Fountain Attack". I practiced twice with Daddy last week and I assure you that my timing is becoming deadly.

What else? Lets see, I went to Macaroni Grill last night with Uncle Bop. Mommy and Daddy both got sick afterwards. They blamed it on the white sauce. I too had some sort of white sauce, but I felt fine afterwards. Mommy took me out to some new places too, and we've had a few walks in the nice weather.

Tonight mommy's friends are coming over to play tennis. I'm hoping that I can sub in for a set or two. Otherwise I bet I'll be stuck with Daddy. Last time he looked after me alone, I started crying. I cried, and cried, and cried, and cried. Finally he got so worried that he took me over the doctors. The doctor looked me over, and opened my diaper and said "Here's the problem, this diaper is full". Daddy looked at the doctor and the diaper, and said to the doctor "Are you sure? The box says this diaper is good up to 12 lbs."

BFN! -Drew