Five foot two left feet

Georgia discovered her feet. Really. Of all the things an almost-three-month-old baby is supposed to do - smile, coo, sleep through the night - Georgia does it all. And the girl is crazy about her feet.She finishes eating, hangs out with us for a bit, and then spends a solid twenty minutes studying her toes. I wish I knew what was so interesting.
Regardless, Georgia's foot fascination has caused me to re-evaluate my footwear. I mean, if my kid sister deems these complex mechanical structures to be so important, than a guy's gotta do what a guy's gotta do. So, Mom and I went to the Target store for some new socks. They're pretty awesome, really. With M's on the bottom. Sam's socks have S's on the bottom. My M socks rule.
My M socks and I conquered the month of August in style. I learned how to bike to the park (cars stay in the middle; I stay on the side), mastered the potty time (standing up to pee is so much easier),  ruled the back yard (sleds are useful in the summer time, too), and celebrated Georgia's baptism (who knew babies could actually go into that water?). I've decided, in fact, that summer wouldn't be nearly as much fun without my M socks, and that it behooves my good luck to match my M socks with my undies. Be they grey, green, blue or red, I'm skippin' along to summer in style. Watch out, world.
In other news, mom went back to work a couple of weeks ago. We miss her for sure, but Dad's holding his own with this two-toddler-and-a-baby routine. Sometimes Sam and I work together just to see him sweat a little, but most of the time, Dad's in charge. He vanishes to night school a couple nights per week. I think it's become an academic mini-vacation for the man.
We skipped the state fair this year. While I'd like to think that the Great Minnesota Get Together wasn't nearly as great due to our absence, I believe our waist lines and our bank account thank us. To those of you who feasted on pronto pups, sweet corn and alligator-on-a-stick without us, know that we're living vicariously through your stories of good food, mobs of people and incessant heartburn. See you next year!
Fall has officially arrived. Our trip to the park last week revealed one of my favorite trees - green all around with just one streak of orange down the side - like one of those cool I'm-going-grey-but-don't-really-mind-it hairdos. These multi-colored trees mean cooler weather, crunchy leaves and a couple of birthdays right around the corner. Buckle up!
Ken