Right after I came back from Kentucky, Granddaddy came for a visit. We had a big time - when he wasn't trying to teach Thatcher disgusting things like the UGA fight song. He brought me a stuffed animal, UGA, which mommy quickly stole away and put in Winston and W's toy box. Poor Granddaddy, he's become a die hard Georgia fan in his old age. Bless his heart. I love him anyway, though.It was right around this time that I decided to start boycotting food. I was not having ANYTHING to do with it. Perhaps it had something to do with that "Bulldog" shirt I had to look at while he was trying to feed me. Seriously, that's enough to make anyone lose her appetite.
On the other hand, I was TOTALLY into the Elmo balloon he bought Thatcher. That thing rocked, and I played with it for days.
Right after Granddaddy left, Gran and Papa came in town to keep Thatcher and me while mommy and daddy had a seriously big night out on the town. Gran and Thatcher had a football party, but I was too mesmerized by Papa's chest hair to join them. He's a good snuggler, too. I can't believe I'm letting you see this photo!!! 
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