
Whew! Sorry I've been so slow in blogging lately, I just came back from an oasis vacation.

A vacation, you say? That's right. I traveled 15 whole minutes to South Minneapolis to see my cousins Jakey and Lily.

They have this thing called a sandbox and it has this grainy substance called sand in it. The hip thing to do in South Minneapolis is play in the sandbox. I know, weird concept, huh? As they say, 'When in South Minneapolis, do as the South Minneapoliatins do', or something like that.

After a few pointers from Mommy, I got the idea. Playing in the sand is fun, and I don't get in trouble for getting sand in my diaper.

Holy cow! Did you guys see that? An oasis wave of sand just pushed me over! (That's what I told them to make it sound better--I actually just fell over)
Don't worry, I'm okay. I was just trying to explore the bottom of the sandbox. I didn't fall, really. (wink wink)

What the heck. Just as I am getting to understand this sandbox oasis, Grandma has to throw in a new activity in the mix. Bubbles? Why are there bubbles out here?

I'm so confused. I thought bubbles only happened in the bath. Look, one of them landed on my nose!Grrrrrrrr

I'll get you, you stinkin' bubble.

You got away this time, bubble, but I will get you. Oh yes, I will get you--it's not over.
To be continued...