Joseph blogs

Daddy was funny yesterday. Mommy had to go to her friend's baby shower (Yay! A new friend!), so it was a guys' day out. Daddy has been wearing the same clothes since before he and Mommy got married, so that meant we had to go shopping. Daddy said that "clothes shopping with Mommy is like taking the SATs while being clubbed with baby seals," but I didn't know what that meant. I was just glad to get out of the house.

We went to some place called "Old Navy." For some reason that made me hungry, so after Daddy buckled me into my stroller I politely asked him to unbuckle and unbundle me and feed me in the back of the car. I don't know what Daddy is talking about--there's plenty of room back there, and when Daddy's legs are crushed up to his chin, it makes a nice little place for him to cradle and feed me. Daddy kept staring at a man with lots of wrinkles in his face in the car beside ours. He said "What are you looking at, Yoda?" Daddy says funny things sometimes.

Old Navy was fun. Daddy is afraid that I'll cry in public or something, so he drives the stroller really fast to make me laugh. He doesn't do that around Mommy, though, because she gets nervous and slappy.

Daddy picked out some pants and shirts in less than five minutes. That's different than Mommy. When we go shopping, we stay out ALL DAY LONG. I like shopping with Mommy because we go to lots of different stores. People look at me and say I'm cute. Mommy puts this fuzzy hat on my head because it makes people say "Awww" and "Ooooh." Daddy says the hat makes me look like a back-up dancer for New Kids on the Block, but that's cool because I AM a new kid on the block!

Daddy took me into a "changing room" and said "please, please, please work with me, buddy." I hate it when daddy begs, but I tried. Since I'm so small, though, my attention span is really short. So when Daddy took FOREVER to unbutton the first shirt he brought in there, I was sad. When I cried, Daddy started dancing all round and acting goofy. I was confused, but it was funny, so I laugh/cried. Daddy kept saying "Just another minute, just another minute," but I don't think Daddy knows how to tell time. We were in there for more than three minutes! As soon as we left the changing room I was happy again.

Then we were done. Daddy said he'd never bought so much so fast before, but he must have been grateful because he said "Thanks a lot, buddy." He said we'll probably go back to Old Navy next week when he finds out none of the clothes fit.

Yeah, right, Daddy. You go shopping once a decade.

Gotta go now. I did something in my pants and need to call the Female Care Provider, a.k.a. Mommy. Buh-bye!