Rock's New Routine

Iowa is still struggling a bit in the weather department. It'll be nice one day, and then be terrible for the next three. Little Rock is not a big fan of what is going on right now. He likes being outside, and he doesn't understand why mean old Mommy and Daddy don't let him run naked and free in the backyard all the time (and Daddy wonders the same thing when he's up with Rock at o' dark thirty am). The little guy has fallen into a little rut and has gotten a little predictable. First thing he does is stare out the window, longing for freedom.

"How can caged birds sing? How can you sing with a broken and caged heart?"

"Look at those hobos. They get to be outside in the rain. They are so lucky...I hate them so much"

After staring out the window he lays down for a little nap. He saw on the news that frogs sleep better then any other animal, so he's been giving their technique a try.

He also claims to have heard that you sleep better with your belly hanging out.
After his awesome nap he spends the rest of the day trying to discover the cutest face ever. It's coming along nicely.