Poop!

This picture pretty much tells the story. While at Wicker Park one day I felt the urge, so I told Mommy, who rushed me into the field house, where I pulled down my pull-up and dropped my first official number two in the potty. From then on it was underwear only and while I initially struggled a bit with the deuce, it's now a regular occurrence. TMI, right?

A Summer Night In Millennium Park

Millennium Park, the world's largest green roof, is easily one of Chicago's greatest attractions and on a recent- beautiful Monday night I managed to experience just about all it has to offer. Uncle Dave, Dad and I headed down around 6:00 PM to meet Gigi & Papa, who took the Silver Train (re: Metra) from LaGrange and brought some sandwiches along. Before we ate, I got to play in the Crown Fountain (shhh... I peed). Then I dried off before checking out Amsterdam architect Ben van Berkel and his UNStudio's new Burnham Plan Centennial Pavilion. What a great piece of public art. After some exploring, we at dinner on the lawn while listening to The Dirty Projectors and The Sea & Cake play Pritzker Pavilion, before walking up the new Nichols Bridgeway that leads to The Modern Wing at The Art Institute of Chicago. Our friend Chad joined us and Uncle Dave snapped a great photo, just before a security guard told daddy he could not have me on his shoulders. Stupid rules.

Dad's Day

Father's Day landed on June 21st this year, so it had to share the spotlight with Uncle Dave's birthday and the first day of Summer. Had I known of the significance of the day I would have let Dad do whatever he liked. However, I think he got to anyway, since he seemed to have fun at the park with me and enjoyed watching me play with the hose. In between he got to watch the White Sox and later we all enjoyed some cake.

Go White Sox!

Just a few weeks after attending my first Sox game of the year, I got to go to Sox Park again in early-June. It was my fifth game in only three years on earth. Dad must really want to make sure I root for the right team. Gigi and Papa came along on what turned out to be kids day, so I got to dance with a random dog and play in a moon jump before we headed to the awesome seats Chris Schuba gave us. I wandered around with dad and got as close as possible to the field, where the newest White So(x or ck), Gordon Beckham, signed my dad's Sox cap. When the game started I had a hot dog, then passed out in Gigi's arms, where I slept for a good five innings, not even waking up for the firework's after Alexei Ramirez's homer. Unfortunately, that was the only highlight for the Sox that day, as they lost to the Indians 8 - 4.