I learned my Middle Name

Do y'all have middle names? I mean, I get it..I'm Grayson. Sometimes Gray and sometimes Gray Gray and to people who are inferior to me, I'm Mr. Brock. Who knew though that I had a middle name?! I hadn't really heard mine much until just recently when I visited a house that isn't "Gray proof". So, allow me to FULLY introduce myself to you all - all my wonderful readers..you deserve to know my full name:

Grayson Nosir Brock - it's not french..it's pronounced "NO SIR" in a louder, more stern voice.

Just the other night I went to Harrisonburg with Mom and Daisy to visit my Aunt KJ at her mom's house and within minutes of me crawling walking into the house I'm pretty sure all I heard for the next 24 straight hours was, "Gray NoSir." I mean, I would just start walking to the next pretty wine bottle, shiny t.v. lights, standing vase, potted plant, china cabinet, medicine drawer, cleaner cabinet, trash can, dog bowl, etc and it was just a constant ringing of "Gray NOSIR" "Gray NOSIR" "Gray NOSIR" and every once in a while she would get me confused with someone else and I'd hear "Gray NOTOUCH."  Verdict is still out but I think I like the middle name - it's different and unique...Mom has always been big on the Not-So-Common names.

Oh and PS. Happy Fathers Day?!  Man, I was ON THE BALL for Mothers Day and here's all I got for Father's Day.  At least I'm calling Gramps and Grandpa while I set up the photo.  I don't want to put blame on anyone for this lack of effort and I ain't no blame shifter but without saying names and only using rhymes it is Tom's fault.

So, what else.  My Gammy came to visit from Thursday to Sunday.  She was only supposed to stay till Saturday but M.A.D (Mom and Dad) neglected to find a sitter for me for a dinner they already had planned and thus, Gammy saved the night.  I had a GREAT time with her.  She was with me all day Friday while MAD worked and we went to the Children's Museum on Saturday and then watched the world cup.  She even helped to bring some plants back to life that Mom had killed not watered enough.  We had a great time all around and I can't wait to see her again in July!

So, I'm pretty much a full-time walker.  I think it still catches MAD off guard to see me walking.  Sometimes I'll cruise past Mom and she'll say, "Oh, hey there Walker" and I just give her the look of annoyance and say (with my eyes), my name isn't Walker..it's Grayson...Grayson Nosir.  Then she apologizes.  I still raise the roof the whole time I walk - people think it's because I can't balance. FALSE.  I just like raising the roof and giving the glory to the good Lord for each step I take.  Trust me, if you were as big as I am, you'd be praising God for every step you took as well.  Amen?

I got a new kitchen.  Mom asked Dad if they could remodel their current and here was his compromise.  BIG WINNER.  Dad and Mom discussed the kitchen and Dad even looked for it online and showed mom pictures of it before he left.  I'll never forget when he called Toys R' Us (I'm not paid to say their name but give-aways are welcome) and asked if they had it in stock? "Oh, it's purple and not blue?" he said to the salesman?  Mom inserts smirk on her face. Dad looks over at mom, "It's no big deal, he won't know the difference anyway and it'll serve the purpose we're looking for." Mom responds, "yup, I agree..it's a good price and if we have a girl someday she'll love it too."  So dad takes off to the land O' Toys and 20 minutes later Mom gets a call from Dad.."Umm..I maybe spent a little more money on the kitchen then we had talked about." I KNEW IT..I KNEW Dad couldn't settle for the purple kitchen and thus now I have kitchen that could serve as a tool bench if needed.  You couldn't look any manlier boiling water if you tried.  The only annoying thing is that my fridge has automatic ice and water dispenser and MAD's doesn't so they come over to use it ALL the TIME.  Oh and it has a cell phone and a holder for the cell phone that comes with it.  Best. Kitchen. Ever.

Oh this was awesome.  The other night Dad swooped me up from my high chair at dinner and threw me in the car and we had a late night car trip.  Story goes that Mom drove to Chesapeake that day (2 hours from home) and took some co-workers with her.  They met up with some other co-workers and spent the day doing some work.  Well, at lunch they took other co-workers car and mom left her keys in his car.  Said co-worker drove back to Richmond two hours before mom did with other co-workers.  Car has an electronic start so the only thing we could use to get it home was the keys themselves.  Can someone say "long cab ride" for Mom? I would say it but it just comes out "du afiejof du oahgl muah okay okay okay"

Off to a going away party for some great friends.  Don't make me blog about it or I'll cry.  Peace.