Vintonville - The life and times of a guy, his Lady-Friend, a Little Dude and a Little Sis.

I’m an Alien fan. Like, the movie Alien. And I guess there’s not really much to apologize for since, you know, it’s widely considered to be pretty good stuff. So as a geek who would rather watch explosions and space ships and alien monster-things run around 9 times out of 10 when given the choice …

There’s a benefit to growing up with three sisters–  a benefit wherein you acquire certain… skills. Sure, they’re skills I might bury deep down except the times when I’m telling everyone about them on a blog… er….
So yeah. I have “chick” skills. I can, ahem, braid my wife’s hair should she need it, I can …

So I know the Chuck Norris-pinnacle-of-manliness joke ran its course a couple years ago and he’s now retired, deliberating with the Elders of Planet Beardatron and talking up his rock-breaking, baby-making exploits…. BUT the dude still repelled a full-scale terrorist invasion, lead Delta Force on a missile-firing motorcycle AND loosens up his shoulders for fun …

Sure, I suppose I could call it Halloween but then in 6 months when I post to Vintonville again this post is going to be very, very dated. I guess with pumpkins you’re kinda screwed either way.
So here it is, the official Vintonville family ala pumpkin. Heyo!

Another installment +1 of the ongoing adventures in the lexicon wonderland of Little Dude Vinton… with Little Sis Vinton now officially added to the mix. That said, if you thought previous Quotables were getting long, this one takes the cake at 22+. Grab a cushy, lumbar-friendly chair and maybe a meal to get you through. …

We went camping this last weekend which, if you’re doing it right, should never be a dirt-free experience. Unless you’re a sissy.
Needless to say, I was a proud Papa when I saw Little Sis embrace my “camping-is-by-definition-dirty” theory with two-year-old enthusiasm and run away with it. Luckily, Lady-Friend snapped this pic as we found Little …

So besides the good-for-nothin’, ingrate teenage chickens running around the yard and squawking like they’re dying if I so much as look at those turds cross-eyed (I’m working on that run, neighbors, I SWEAR) we also had a couple Swallows build a nest on our front porch. We’re a regular aviary.
As the Swallows built the …

It’s a rare occasion when Lady-Friend–or anyone these days… drip, drip– posts to Vintonville. Like, Yeti-in-the-wild rare… which makes this latest entry a double-shot, extra caffeine-hold-the-coffee dose of excitement:
On every technical level these are all wrong… but I LOVE them.  Maybe it’s the secret rebellion in me that loves technically wrong pics or that they …

So Little Dude has officially lost his first tooth due to natural causes as opposed to his Papa dropping him while playing in the mall at two years old. Ugh– my guilt complex on that one puts the Mariana Trench to shame. Moving on.
So Little Dude’s lower tooth has been “wiggly” for the last few …

OK, this may come off like it’s a little bit of gushing and that’s because, well, it kind of is considering I’m a Dad and there’s this unwritten bond between Dad and daughter and gun that I’m seeing congeal more and more as the days go on.  Lady-Friend snapped these pics of Sis just hanging …