Santa Claus is coming
Just another day at the office, playing with blocks. He has no idea what is in store.
Troy just heard a booming "Ho! Ho! Ho!" coming from down the hallway.
And he'd really like to know WTH is going on here! Mama!
Santa comes bearing gifts!
"I still don't trust you, mofo."
Note the coaster in Troy's hand. Even after he'd opened all of his presents, he still preferred to play with the coasters. Probably had something to do with the pictures of golden retrievers on them.
"Okay, fool. We're cool, I guess."
Or not...
Troy! Run!
Note the stunning lack of progress compared to the previous picture. This is due to a phenomenon known as "stubby little Japanese legs", an affliction he shares with his father.
In the end, though, it was a very merry xmas, one I was fortunate to share with my family. Thanks for the great holiday, everyone!
And, Kelly, thanks for the new drawers.
Fun on Xmas Morning
This is, by far, my favorite picture of Troy from xmas morning:
He's opening a John Deere tractor set. Thanks, Debbie!
Congratulations are in order
I have been slightly preoccupied with life as of late, and, hence, have been ignoring this blog. Very recently, however, our family received some great news. Just a few weeks ago, my brother-in-law, Chuck, proposed to his girlfriend, Becky. They are engaged to be married this coming summer.
I couldn't be happier for them. They are a great couple, and I look forward to sharing many great moments with them.
Congrats!
There's a bun in the oven
Yep, #2 is on the way. Kelly is 15 weeks along, and, so far, the little nut appears to be healthy.
Can't wait to meet you, little dude/dudette.
Cartoon Network RickRolls the world
I somehow missed this, but the Cartoon Network float RickRolled the entire Thanksgiving Day Parade-watching world on Thursday. Have a look:
Well played, Cartoon Network. Well played.
Hamster on a Piano
Crank up the volume; you don't want to miss this one!
It never fails
Some things in life are inevitable. I can't remember the last time this didn't happen:
- Let Homer outside
- Give him plenty of lead time to do his business
- Pick the poop up off the lawn and dispose of it
- Start mowing the lawn
- Homer pinches a loaf right in the middle of the uncut grass
Frickin' dog. It's like the First Law of Gastrointestinal Dynamics or something:
Picking up the poop leads to mowing the lawn, which in turn leads to Home-dog dropping a deuce right in my path.
That's just the way it is. There's no way around it!
And then he gives me that look, like, "What?"
