The Good Stuff...

Bob and I took Lute to his first dog show Sunday. Oh boy...he loved it! Well, he loved the venue...it was at the fairgrounds. There is probably something you didn't ever even notice about the fairgrounds...on each of the buildings (or most of them) there are big, huge, doors that raise up and down. I'm guessing they are for when vendors have to bring in big, huge items. Lute noticed. All he wanted to do was 'open door' 'open door' and 'open door'. The kid loves garages, and he especially loves garage doors, and he especially loves opening them and closing them. Over and over and over. His grandma and grandpa, who believe every interest ought to be nurtured, let him play with the garage door openers when he is at their house and the kid will sit for an hour and 'open door', 'close door'. At least it keep him in one place.

Anyway...we took him to the dog show and he did have a good time. He was especially fascinated with the dogs being groomed and how they were going to get off the tables. Must be because his mom is a hairstylist. Only she doesn't put people on tables.


And then he wanted to go 'see cows?'. But there were no cows so we went to the park instead.




And then...lunch...and a nap.

And after he was in bed, and after he was asleep, and right before I collapsed on the couch, I was thinking about that song by Kenny Chesney. "The Good Stuff":

"the first long kiss on a second date

Your momma's all worried when you get home late

And droppin' the ring in the spaghetti plate,

'cause your hands are shakin' so much."

"And it's a new t-shirt saying, "I'm a grandpa!"

Being right there as our time got small,

And holding her hand when the good Lord called her up.

Yeah, man, that's the good stuff".

Lute is our 'good stuff'.