Parker's gambling problem...

First official college football Saturday and not only did YOUR Washington State University Cougars absolutely dominate in their first game of the year, but Parker picked the spread correctly in four out of five other games.  Only Oregon let him down, which he only selected because his favorite tenny-runners are Air Jordan's.  His father, hates Oregon.  Minor family riff, I think lessons were learned (by the little man primarily).

In any case, after such a successful debut Parker has requested that instead of creating a college fund for him, we send checks addressed to "cash" every week to some trailer in Nevada owned by a guy named Big Dolla Danny.  The best part of football being back is that Treva gets to watch more sports.  And we can already tell that Parker is going to be a gigantic sports fan, so now it's two against one in the Totten household for the the remote control. 

Equally as fun and exciting as Parker helping me with one of my fantasy football drafts, we had a major update just this morning:  Parker couldn't fit into some newborn pajamas!  That is crazy!  We went from him not being able to fill out newborn diapers to now actually growing out of some newborn clothes!  The kid continues to grow - I put him at 11 lb's as of this morning, which is only four ounces less than I weighed when I was born.

A pretty fun week at the 418 - Grandma Totten came up to flirt with the little man for a day, Treva had her second PEPS group meeting, and I worked from home more than the office.  As a result of the latter, Parker contributed to his first Microsoft conference call, inadvertently of course.  But let the record show, the Totten men both firmly believe that the call to action for customer's to upgrade their SQL software to the latest version is lacking a compelling incentive.  My apologies to my colleagues who felt that his feedback specifically sounded too  "child-like" and a little "whiny"...

The house is coming along nicely, I will post some construction updates shortly.  The roof is on, and Treva had her first verbal altercation with the roofers, who did not seem to understand the request of "please try not to throw stuff from the roof onto every ounce of our neighbor's property."  We feel pretty bad for our neighbors - the house that basically overlooks our backyard has been on construction duty for awhile now as well, so we're definitely not alone.  Still, the neighbors on each immediate side, I'm guessing, have to be almost as tired of the pounding as we are...any ideas to make them feel our compassion, please tell me!  More pictures later on the progress.

Much love, have a fantastic Labor Day!