An Outlaw for an Outlaw

Hello to you and GUESS WHAT?! I got my very own TRACTOR named the Outlaw! Well, m&d say it is actually called a four wheeler, but in my eyes, it's the world's snappiest tractor. It is bright red with real skulls painted on the sides and it even has it's own headlights!! The first time m&d took me for a ride, I said "awesome". Now it's what we do every evening! Both m&d take turns riding me through the cornfield and the neighbor's yard. It is truly exciting. You should see me on it, I look like such a BIG boy. I try to convince m&d to let me take a turn driving, but those two are quite stingy. You would think it's their very first tractor instead of MINE. And, oh by the way, I remind them of this often, in fact, one of my most favorite new words is "mine". You may not know this, I am certainly schooling m&d on the subject, but most items in our house, including all food and beverages are indeed, mine. I have another new hang up involving water bottles. They definitely ALL belong to me without question. M&D sometimes try to sneak a drink, but to no avail, I begin stomping and grunting, and soon of course, they are forced to give me what I want. Isn't it wonderful how that works out?! I am posting some pics of me on my hog. I surely hope you enjoy them as much as I do riding! My ride also came with a matching helmet, how lucky can one boy get? More news...we are getting some visitors soon. First, Gram and Gramps B are stopping by on their way back to PA from uncle Bart's house. We can't wait to see them this weekend. Another wonderful surprise is that Grammy J may also be coming very soon to see me AND to join mom for her ultrasound. They need more pics of Baby B. and we are all quite excited at the opportunity to see him again very soon. Everyone is asking if we have a name picked out, and just to keep it juicy, I am not telling one way or the other. Besides, mom needs at least one tool in her bag to invoke the power as she did when I was born. Aunt Heather said if you name him, he will come. And so, in total desperation, about 30 minutes before I made my grand entrance, mom whispered, "we will name him Cooper". Now those of you who weren't there may not think that was a big deal, but those of us who were know that this was one of the only sentences the woman spoke in three hours. Furthermore, for those of you who know mom well, you know this is possibly the longest time frame that she has EVER been shocked and/or terrified into silence. Needless to say, it was a wild time, and we will leave the name declaring until the date of the event so that poor mom will have one last straw to grasp. Moving on to not so good news, aunt Deb has been feeling terrible, so please, keep her in your thoughts. And then on a happy note, we are quickly approaching mom's last day at work. All I can say is that it is none too soon (whatever that means). I will also add poor mom is running increasingly low in the sympathy department and both dad and I are worried she will soon start handing out prescriptions that read "sorry about your luck", "suck it up, life's rough", or "quit being a sissy and get over yourself". If you need me to spell it out, she's quite on edge to say the least. Dad tells me it is her hormones, of course, he is not brave enough to say this to her face, again, a bold statement about the bravest guy I know. Well, enough of the chit chat for now, it is bedtime you know. Please think of us as we often do of you and know we are always wishing you the best. Take good care and remember to count your blessings. Oh, and if you get the chance to come on up to UB, take it. I will take you for a ride on the Outlaw, that is, if your heart can stand the rush. Until then, I will be loving and missing you from afar, Cooper B.