Hey Jakey,

Another slow-paced, uneventful weekend. Thass all right, though. Uneventful is good.

Saturday was for momma. Sunday was for you.

So Saturday, your daddy was being a lump and didn't want to leave the house, even though we had discussed a Saturday outing the evening before. So I finally left the house in a huff, leaving the two of you to stew in your own juices for the day. I went to the movies and saw "The Omen," which was *okay*... definitely not the movie that I really-really wanted to see, which was "Prairie Home Companion," but I'd have to drive all the way to Reno to see that.

Came home, and you were asleep on the couch, and daddy was in back on the computer. I could've sworn that he knew that I had come home. So I sat on the couch and watched you sleep, and counted the minutes until daddy came out to apologize. And counted, and counted... and then quit counting. I even stomped around a bit and went to the bathroom and open and closed a few doors. All I heard was his tap-tap-tapping on the keyboard. I thought to myself, hey, apparently neither one of you gives a shit whether I'm here or not, so I'm going out again.

So I left and went shopping. Looked for some maternity pants that I can wear to work, but found nothing that I liked, but found a cute pair of sweats (which I have a million pairs of already--too bad I can't wear sweats to work.... or *can* I... hmmmm...). Bought another inflatable pool for the back yard, since the landscapers plowed through the other one with a weed whacker. Bought a potty training seat for you. I know, haha, big joke, since you practically aren't even aware that you have potty functions, let alone any gumption to do anything about them.

Bought two books: Anthony Bourdain's new one, "The Nasty Bits," and the new Doug Preston/Lincoln Child, "The Book of the Dead," which concludes the Agent Pendergast trilogy. So I'm set for books for the next three or four days.

Oh yeah, also bought a cowboy hat. For me. More about that later.

Anyway, got home, and found out that your daddy never even heard me come home the first time. He welcomed he home with homemade chicken strips and au gratin potatoes and a big shit-eating grin. Ugh. I hate it when I win a fight, and the other person doesn't even know that we were fighting.

Today we went to the carnival. I didn't take pictures, so above I posted a google-image-search of "Indian Fry Bread." Yum. One of my favorite foods. And only available 'round these parts during the summer, at festivals and carnivals. We had frozen lemonade, fresh-squeezed lemonade, taquitos and mmmmmmmmm-fry bread. You got a free balloon, a free frisbee, a free application of sunscreen from the lady in the Mary Kay booth, and the adoration of all who gazed upon you. Yes, you were such a good little boy today. It's always a toss-up, sometimes you do well with crowds, sometimes not, but today you were a little angel. Maybe next year you'll be old enough to go on some of the rides. Side note: it seemed like one out of every three woman at the carnival was pregnant. Seriously.

Then we came home and swam in the new pool, which already has a thin patina of grass clippings and dead gnats floating in it, and a murkiness from all the sunscreen schlupping off our limbs. But a good time was had by all, even though it was kinda cool out today, definitely not a typical broiling hot G-ville kinda day.

I made falafel salad for dinner, then we watched a Netflix movie, "Hoodwinked," which you kinda liked, especially the music parts. Now you and daddy are playing XBox and I'm "working," meaning I'm blogging and reading my email, in between getting a teensy-tiny bit of real work done.

So there ya have it, son. A totally boring and uneventful weekend in the life of a totally boring and uneventful family. Yawn.

Okay. Back to work. Love you!