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 …
The previous post gave away the huge-mongous spoiler we went to Moab, so now that the cat’s out of the bag, here comes the photographic deluge. I don’t know that it was ever a real secret but when you operate all clandestinely because of fame and notoriety, you need some time to gather your thoughts …
I was trying to catch some moments of Little Sis’ cute “shower personality” when she got tired of it. I’m in a world of hurt when this little lady grows up if she’s already flashing me deadly looks of “Really, Mama?”
At 16 years old my ear was either connected to a headset, a phone or a pillow. My broke-as-a-joke-thanks-to-crushing-long-distance-bills parents would tell you it was mostly the phone… you know, back when they had all the wires. I’d stretch that cord from one side of the house to another in search of privacy and a …
Here’s a couple snaps Lady-Friend caught during some playtime this afternoon. Sis is looking old.
Not that I’d know anything about it considering I’m enjoying a diet of straight tastelessness.
But Little Sis… Little Sis knows EVERYTHING about it.
And, unfortunately, we now know EVERYTHING about trying to take it away…
…Yaaaaaay Nutella!
Sometimes Lady-Friend doesn’t get a chance to luxuriate in the shower. That or even take one.
But I’m not judging. When I come home at the end of the day and Lady-Friend tells me she’s sorry she’s a “grease ball”, I’m cool with that as long as I get a high five and a “Man, you’re …
So Little Sis can now be measured in years instead of months, which is awesome. We also stripped her down and, as per one-year-old tradition, made her eat cake.
She kinda dug it.
Bed Ninja
[bed nin-juh] –noun
1. A member of a child society of bedtime mercenary agents, highly trained in stealth (ninjutsu), who indulge in covert purposes ranging from nap-time espionage to mattress sabotage and sleep assassination.
When you’re trying to punch in for a full 8 hours of uninterrupted sleep, living with a bed ninja can be …
