Last night, Gramma Rosie and Grandpa Jimmy said goodbye. They seemed sad, and said they wouldn’t see me for several months; I figure they’re slinking back to Oregon to work on a new defense. These last three weeks I’ve found holes in every formation they've thrown at me. Grandpa has to think of new ways to decorate my face while we’re having breakfast in bed and he's out of loonies for my games. Plus, his hiding spots have become mundane so the only person he can still find is baby Drew.

Add to that, I've been relegated to baby sitting Drew when everyone runs out of steam.

Also, Team Jeffrey needs to practice swimming because now I leave them in my wake; I jump in and take off when they least expect it.

in addition, Gramma Rosie said Mommy didn’t think we should look like floozies so she needs to go home and shop for a new swim suit. She mentioned something about she and Grandpa buying Speedos.

On top of that, my grand parents have encouraged my parents bravery and I'm now being trained for Olympic Baby Tossing Compe-tition.

Lastly, Grandpa complained about March and snow; our winters are cold, cold, cold if you’re wimpy, wimpy, wimpy. Most important, Granmma Rosie is out of costumes for us to play in and she still can’t remember to put the leakproof piece inside my milk, so our couch needs a chance to dry out. As a result, Grandpa went home to warm up and Gramma was "sent home" to shape up.

I’m enclosing some highlights of our three weeks together so you’ll know what I mean.