Yeah.. I know.
AT is SUPPOSEDLY going to post some awesomeness here today.
We’ll see.
In the meantime, here’s some cute baby stuff for those of you that need your “fix.”
Yeah.. I know.
AT is SUPPOSEDLY going to post some awesomeness here today.
We’ll see.
In the meantime, here’s some cute baby stuff for those of you that need your “fix.”
This year, we’re fortunate enough to attend two fabulous Thanksgiving dinners, neither of which we’ve had to cook. Today we’re up in the fine town of Nashville at Bell’s brothers place (I don’t know if they yet have a fabulous internet nickname).
A fine spread indeed. We’re at that fine post dinner point where the copious amounts of alcohol (mimosas fot the win!) is mixing with the insane amounts of food ingested, thus testing the endurance of the participants.
Yep, this is stamina time. Two adults are passed out, most of the little children are down for naps, the baby’s out, MastaG is looking heavy-lidded in the easy chair with his headphones on.
Of course, I could be helping clean up…
There is nothing that warms the heart more than baby giggles.
WeePT is stingy with her giggles. If you do something she thinks is funny…she’ll laugh and laugh. Do it again an hour later? Nope. Not funny anymore.
I actually got giggles yesterday…AND got them on video. Blowing air between her toes is evidently VERY FUNNY. : )
Yep, folks, I’ve been a dad for 15 long years. Pretty freakin awesome.
It couldn’t be any better, either. I’ve often told people that my favorite job is being a dad, but the truth is I couldn’t imagine NOT being one. At this point, its just baked into who I am.
…whats that? Oh… it’s MastaG’s birthday too, apparently…
I love my pets.
I’ve always had them around me…all my life. From dogs and cats…to my love of horses (I was lucky enough to have a friend share hers…I never owned one)…to hedgehogs…to canaries. Not of fan of the rodent family as pets, but they are cute.
Anyway. As I grew up, my childhood pets got old and passed on. I got my own dog in college. She actually was a pup that my friend had…but couldn’t keep because she exceeded the weight limit allowed at her apartment complex. Anyway, a Rotti-lab mix that ended up spending 12 glorious years with me. She was the best dog ever. It was hard to lose her…
My ex and I adopted a beagle pup from a local shelter…and he’s a goof ball.I’m not sure if he’s so smart, he just doesn’t “associate” with people like us…or if he’s just..well, not smart. He’s a good boy though. Scared of loud noises (thunder, esp), doesn’t like to chase rabbits..he’d rather snuggle on the couch.
I also managed to accumulate 2 cats over the years. They are no trouble.. Apache tells me when there is a “hole” in his food bowl (he can see the bowl through the food)…and Spooky..well..she just lets us live here. They don’t bother me. I like having them around. Kitty biscuits and headbutts are a necessary thing in my life.
When the boys moved in 4 years ago, my pets had to adjust a bit
The boys had some cats once…but it wasn’t a good experience for AT.
(Some history: http://oldetuma.atomictumor.com/2006/06/03/the-cat-situation/ http://oldetuma.atomictumor.com/2006/06/05/additions-to-the-family/ )
Anyway…I got kids..he got critters. We both had to learn patience in a whole new way. I think AT has done a good job. The foug-legs haven’t won him over totally, yet… but I’m seeing progress.
After AT and I got married, we bought a little doberman puppy for our family.
We had a full house…
I don’t know what it would be like without my pets. I love having them around. I hope the kids grow up loving their pets, too. The boys do love the critters. MastaG loves the beagle’s soft ears. Pigpen loves the cats…even though he pushes his luck with them sometimes and they whack him in the forehead. (Some cats don’t like kisses, btw) AT says they must get their love for animals from me…b/c both he and GAC weren’t really animal lovers. I’m ok with that…even though I’m not sure how that would happen.
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And then we got WeePT : )
Not a foug-legged addition… but an addition, non-the-less.
And she is already tickled at the animals. She screeches and flaps her arms when they come into her sight.
The doberman tolerates her petting him and playing with his collar.
The beagle gets up and walks away.
The black cat ignores her completely (but she does think the porta-crib is hers).
The yellow cat?
well.. he likes WeePT (so far)
Specifically, she loves the tag on the Ladybug…


So yesterday Skyrim, the newest, amazingly, gloriously detailed spectacle of awesomeness that is the latest installment in the Elder Scrolls series, came to our house.
And despite the years spent playing Morrowind and Oblivion, the two precursor games, it was not purchased by AT, and is not being played by AT.
No, this time I was outmanuvered by the 14 year old MastaG, who became as obsessed a player of Oblivion as I am, and preordered the game months ago.
Anybody that knows me and lives at the house that I live at know that I can get a little bit into video games. When Bell was pregnant, she had the wisdom to buy me not one, but two video games, thus guaranteeing that I’d be leaving her alone while she slept on the couch. I have to time my video game purchases for when there are minimal responsibilities for me, because I tend to tunnel vision into them, and when I look around, hours have passed and everybody is asleep.
No, having the baby around when AT got the newest sparkliest game would not be acceptable. And MastaG counted on that…

Punk.