Daddy is fishing in Alabama, so yesterday we went down to Columbus to spend the afternoon with Granddaddy. It was Daxton's first time in Granddad's office, and you can see he wasted no time taking over the place. In addition to flirting with all of the nurses, we found all kinds of good stuff to break and hide while Granddaddy finished seeing patients.
Then it was off to Dinglewood for Dax's first scramble dog. I personally don't think the chili was up to par, but that didn't stop Dax from scarfing down half of mine and half of Granddaddy's. Next time we'll get him his own.
The gorgeous weather was calling us to wet some lines at the country so we packed up a cooler, slathered on some suntan lotion, and set out to catch Dax's first fish. We didn't catch any big ones, but we did catch a mess of small ones. I'd say it was a successful trip. Dax liked touching them and watching them flop in the well. After awhile he decided to man the cooler and entertain himself in the ice. I think he just like laying across the ice because he was so hot in his life jacket.
After that it was off to the River for a visit with Great Uncle Ronnie and Great Aunt Kathy and then to Hunter's Pub for his first fried lobster tail. The boy loves lobster. Why am I not surprised? Dax ate something from everyone's plate. His tummy was so full his button was about to pop off his shorts. As usual, he charmed the pants off the ladies... one lady even had to come over in the middle of her meal to talk to him. I'm going to have to start beating these women off with a stick. He's mine until he's at least 25 or 26 - maybe 30 if I can hold on to him that long.
You think after that long day we'd be done, but no... we had to stop at TK's for a nightcap. Dax made a game of trying to trip unsuspecting customers with markers he threw on the floor. He could have partied for hours thanks to the video game at the end of TK's bar, but we had to mosey on to Brette's house for a visit where Dax scored a real cell phone which has already come in very handy. Thanks Brette!
Then it was off to GrandMouse's for the night. Needless to say, Dax went down well after his bedtime without a peep and I'm pretty sure he dreamed of catching the big one. It was a very good day. We followed it with an awesome breakfast GrandMouse made this morning completely with Nantahala sausage and then headed home, bellies full once again.
The older you get, the less magical everyday activities become. At thirty-three firsts are already few and far between. I love sharing firsts with Daxton and I love sharing those with family. Watching his face light up everytime he discovers something new makes everything a bit more exciting. It's one of my favorite parts of being a parent. You can't help but smile and think - life is good.
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