Superbowl Sunday! Oh, sweet boy...you ate so much junk! We went over to Uncle Tye's house (you call him "Ta Ta") and had a good ol' party. There was lots to eat and you had your fair share of greasy goodness. The game was awesome and it was really a great time.
In the middle of the night you woke up 3 times crying your eyes out with a belly ache. You poor thing. No more dinners of lil' smokies, snickers bars, chips, diet coke, donuts and lasagne for you buddy!!!