Pilgrims' Home

Well, I look forward to Monday morning! My mom and dad wear me out over the weekend. It is 2 am, and I am finally getting to my weekend post. On Thursday mommy and I (and daddy ended up joining us because we were late or something...) went to see my friend Sophia Grace. She is little and sleepy. Her parents let her stay home and take naps - it looks like a concept my parents should consider. On Friday we went to dad's friends house, John Ogren. He is a kind man - he held me when I was crying, so I stopped. Wendy Ogren made some wonderful pasta - I enjoyed it second hand from mom. This weekend was my parents Anniversary, so I spent time with my friends Kris and Petra while mom and dad went to Paris for dinner (I have no idea where Paris is, but they were back by my bedtime). Before they went to dinner, I went to a pumpkin patch and I had THOUSANDS of pictures taken with real, live pumpkins. Finally, my grandma and papa came to see me today. Grandma will take care of me tomorrow. I h

Well, I did it - I made my first trip to the Windy City. I also learned that the name comes from politicians, not God's favor for wind. Anyway, despite the possible pneumatological possibilities for the city's nickname, I found the oversized city quite a treat. We never made it downtown because mom and dad said that I was "out of sorts." By the time we returned home on Monday, all three of us were...or so they said. Anyway, we went to Chicago for mom's 10th reunion at North Park College and because Daddy wanted to go to some exciting lecture series, called SYM-PO-SEA-UM. A big word that means a lot of talk about very little. It sounds a lot like "ad naseum." He seemed to really enjoy this; mommy said that very few reading this would be surprised at his enjoyment. We drove to Chicago on Thursday and I slept for 250 miles thats 403.2 km. We made it from Minneapolis to Chicago in 6.5 hours, but it took us 9 hours to get home....I couldn't help it that I