So, we’ve adjusted to life with the stupid kid.
I don’t much like her.
I’m sure she’s great and all but I’m pretty set in my ways. You know, heart of stone, stubborn as a mule, balls of steel. Okay, nix that last one, it don’t fit.
We took the creature to Tom and Patricia’s for a Day of the Dead party. We parked the Bugaboo on the front porch and little Izzie slept in the crook of my left arm most of the night, cept when Nicole (my agent) got some practice in as she’s three months knocked up. Needless to say she was a big hit. Izzie Rain, not Nicole. Well, maybe Nicole too. But certainly Izzie Rain’s hair was a big hit.
Evidently, not only are most babies smaller than 11.10 when they climb out but they tend to be bald. Izzie Rain is far from bald. Luke Perry came over to compliment the creature’s mullet and a hair dresser to the stars gave us juicy gossip about celebrity babies who get hair coloring and extensions for the photo shoots. Writers, agents, directors, actors, artists, musicians. It was the usual eclectic crowd. Hollywood types I guess you could say but not what I’d call a Hollywood party. Just so happens that these are just their friends. Our friends too. So, this time I left the camera in my pocket.
With one exception. Of course the house was decorated all out for the Day of the Dead. We put up a little shrine to Dean Riesner. We left around midnight and crashed at a hotel. Next morning we stopped by Susan’s to show off the creature and open unexpected presents. On the way out of town the Lorey’s returned from Disney so we dropped by for a quick introduction.
Then it was back to PG. We walk the ocean every day. Tomorrow will be our first miss in several weeks and that’s only because we are hours away from jumping on the road so that we can celebrate the birth of baby Turkey with the Lorey ,osfots…(by the way “,osfots” translates to “misfits” and tends to happen when your right hand shifts to the right one character on the keyboard).
Truth is, she’s a pretty great kid. Oh she’ll throw a daily tantrum for one reason or another but we don’t really mind. However we know that evil does, in fact, seep in. And one day we know she’ll stray.
We know that one day she will betray us.
So, in anticipation of that coming day….here’s some embarrassing pics.
Billy Jean is not my Love-er…
Please. You’d be upset too if you were sitting in your own poop.
We call this one, “Drunk on Boob”.
Who farted?
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