Freddy and his dad did some serious father/son bonding today when they together donned their Pirates gear in hopes to rally struggling Pittsburgh. If they could just win a few more, they still might have a chance to not finish in last place in their division. I mean, how could this adorable goofy pair not inspire some bats?
In other adventures, Freddy took his GranJan and GranPete for a walk at the NC Botanical Gardens today so that GranJan wouldn't go too stir crazy while cooped up in Durham. He was a bit in the out-to-lunch-without-a-sandwich camp for the whole thing, but hey, it was 95 degrees out. And it's always super fun to hang with the Grans, no matter what's going on or what contraption people are trying you in now.
And one last note before Freddy goes offline while making his way up the eastern seaboard: crawling backwards, while far better than not crawling at all, has its drawbacks.
Another magical August at Naushon. Freddy got in touch with his New England roots these last few weeks as he braved the stiff currents of Woods Hole and the requisite accompanying flotation device, a howling nor'easter, ferocious ticks, vicious fishes (thanks to our brave fishermen for taming those beasts), a persistent gull with an eerie likeness to FRD's great-grandfather Riggs, oodles of adoring aunts and uncles and cousins and friends, a lively hike to Tarpaulin Cove, rustic baths, a father-son matching Woods Hole t-shirt cute-off, and more knockout sunsets than a little boy can shake some seaweed at.
Freddy bought himself upwards of 60 years of hot meals, unconditional love and free cable this morning when he woke up cooing "MomMom MomMom, MomMom." Other than insuring a permanant place in his mother's heart, Freddy's endeavors of the day have so far involved fierce intellectual jousting with Zilchie (we continue to await the day when we can say with certainty than Freddy is smarter than Zilch -- we probably have a good 2-3 years, right?), 
