Truckin in Texas

So I recently turned 5 months old and, without even consulting me, my parents thought it was a good idea to buy a house that needed some work. The past couple of weeks have been crazy and crazier--I have heard a bunch of new words like drywall, sheet rock, popcorn ceilings, asbestos, lead, paint, carpet, shopvac, subfloor, compressor, texture, and a few others I better not mention.
On top of all of that, my dad has started flying again and getting ready to go to a place called the desert. All I know is that it sounds pretty hot there and pretty far away. My mom just says, "Welcome to the Air Force, Brig." I like planes.
Good thing Grandma Susie came to visit for a couple of weeks. I have some pictures and a whole story to tell you about all of the awesome good times we had. That story will ready to post real soon--so keep reading. I miss her already, especially because my parents are a little crazy right now.
I guess it really must be time for a nap while my mom and dad paint or something. Come visit us anytime in Texas--just remember to bring your work clothes.

Brig