Hi there, Chant Readers! Let me introduce myself. I am referred to on this blog as MG. My Grandfather asked me to fill in for him this week as he's had a VERY long weekend and he wanted a nap Sunday Afternoon instead of writing his usual Monday blog post. You see, this past weekend was my First Birthday and he's kinda pooped from the festivities.
You folks seem to refer to him as juvat. I, and my family (Mom and Dad, and the 5 dogs, 3 Cats and 2 Horses) refer to him as Papa Julio, or PJ or Peej. I'm not sure why that is as I'm only a year old and evidently my Mom has been referring to him as that for a long time. At least when she's not referring to him as "The Old Fart", I'm not sure what that means, but everybody snicker's when it's used.
Except Papa Julio, of course. He doesn't think it's funny for some reason.
But, here I am, ghost writing a post for PJ. You may ask, how a 1 year old knows how to type and use Blogger. Evidently, he spent a considerable amount of time teaching me the intricacies of Blogger. I would insert a picture of that training, except my Visual Effects assistant is having "issues".
Here he is trying to fix the problem
But, in any case, we do have photographic evidence of the Gala Event this weekend.
I was introduced to Strawberries and Yogurt. I liked it VERY much. Please, Mom, Can I have some more?
We played Hide and Go Seek. Little Juvat thought he had a good hiding place. I found him immediately after I found my father. (He was hiding as a book reader. Not a good hiding place.)
PJ thought I was going to take my first steps walking. No, I was pulling the chair out for him so he could sit down. He was getting tired from taking all these pictures.
Then we went to Aggie Land Outfitters. Dad and Mom say Aggie Indoctrination can not start too early. So, they bought me this.
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My younger cousin, who's in hospital but doing MUCH better, (Not intubated anymore, Papa Julio says that's VERY good news.) got this one.
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| For the Non-Texans, Here is a description of this slogan and its history. |
Then we went out to dinner. It was a very nice restaurant. Dad, Papa Julio, and Uncle Little J all had steaks. I had pureed Blueberries and Beets. I decided Hide and Go Seek would be a fun activity.
I bet you can't find me!
The next day, we had a special ceremony which was started by my Mom on her first birthday. I'm not sure of the significance of this event, but I went along as the "Adults" (Quotation marks included because with all the giggling and laughing going on, I wasn't so sure about their Adult Status anymore.)
First, I was placed upon my throne.
Then the Court Jester (sometimes known as Little Juvat) ceremoniously brought in Dessert.
As with all Royalty, I was reticent to try it without the court Taster trying it first. One can never be too careful.
His tasting was successful, so he presented me with the prize. Apparently, I liked it and tried to apply it as lipstick.
Which must have been the My Loyal Subject's desired action as they broke out in clapping and laughter. I was later informed that this was the same action my Mother had taken on her first birthday.
The Tradition Continues!
Very shortly thereafter, I, and my Grandfather, started nodding off on the couch. We were escorted off to our various chambers and tucked into the arms of Morpheus.
Hope y'All had a great week as well. (Yes, like my Grandfather, I am a Texan. Unlike him, I'm a Natural Born Texan. He's, as usual, late to the fight!)
P.S. My Audio/Visual Assistant came through at the last minute. Here's the training picture.
