Biggest batch of pictures EVER.
October 25, 2007
Filed under:Lotso Pics, Chidluns
Woof, was that a busy visit. Mom made it out here safely, and then we did our best to play, drive, cookie, bother, and tourist to death. “Granbo” was a hit, a veritable life-changer, and none of us will ever be the same. Except the CrazyCatLady, but that’s only because it seems like nothing can stop the flapping theatrics… I mean “moths”.
Instead of writing and writing and writing about it, I thought I’d bog down all your page loads with a crapload of pictures.
With captions punk, no pouting.
Enjoy.
My Jesus birthday. I’m not sure why, but I thought that Jesus died at 32, and have only since found out that it was 33. It’s a magic number for me, my hockey number, my lucky number… all that, but I was most excited about telling everybody that I’d totally outlived Jesus, just like in The Onion.
But no. 34 will be that birthday, and I’ll wear a crown of thorns and tote a crucifix, I can assure you. Until then, we had cake and alcoholy awesomeness. So yay, and smile big.
The Bug simply being terribly cute. I know she does that alot and I know that we take a heap of pictures of her doing so, but this one is special because her hair is in two li’l sideknots, and makes her look slightly evil. Sorta like an agent of Hell, but who really wants to help you out this one time.
She eats my pen, my notes, my phone, and my Transformer Downshift… I eats her head.
She’s not near as amused by this as Wifeage was.
Her big brother just loves the hell outta her, and can’t stop himself from lavishing kisses and loves all over her whenever possible. She loves it too, in more than just the tolerating way she appears to be in this shot.
The Piehead had her 5th birthday party and I was informed… no TOLD, that there would be a most fantastical and wondermous cake to be created by her Nanny, the CrazyCatLady. I made her a cake anyway, on her actual birthday, and this incredible item was presented on the weekend, when all good partake in the fun.
Granbo during one of her first days with the kids. They took right to ‘er, of course, as we all knew they would, though Jadey looks mildly suspicious.
See? Candyland. Candyland is always the answer, even if the question is “Can I please have a juicebox?” Try it, it works awesomely.
This is at the climbything at King’s Park, the back end with the playground, and is only the second time that Pieface Pieington has climbed up to the second layer by herself. For a kid that would be tugging a tiger’s testicles if you weren’t watching (or fast enough) it’s hard to buy her “frightenedness” sometimes. Still, she used to be stupid about it, now she climbs it proudly, and everybody wins.
The boy is cool these days. Not too cool for a picture, but definitely a cool dude. He told me so this morning walking into the school. “I’m a cool kid, aren’t I Dad?” He wasn’t exactly a natural born monkey on this thingy either, but scrambles all over now. He’s a champ.
Me and the Buginess. Her making faces like I’m feeding her squirrelbrain and me looking like I simply grabbed whatever clothing was nearest the bed in the morning and went about my day.
I did. The clothing thing, not the squirrel thing. She loves her food too, and was only making that face because it wasn’t warmed up. SPOILED.
Granbo catches candid shots of the nightly family ritual. She used to read me that same book to me when I was teeny. I wasn’t Superman then though. Too bad.
King’s Park, the front end, sans playground. Still awesome and some cool views. There’s more of me and children being stupid, but I can’t be bothered finding them right now. Heh.
More cuteness. She’s just so damn funny, I threw this one in there. Granbo got this whilst hanging about our house.
I really just wanted to put a shot in here of me looking all killy and such. It’s rare that I get to feel even marginally close to “cool” and I realise that this still doesn’t even get me into that stratosphere, but I like it.
I made all that stuff, by the way, except for the helmet, sword, and shield. Alright, I didn’t make all that stuff, but I made most of it, including the armour and shoes, and I think that’s pretty damn cool.
This is where I tell you about who I’m fighting and how awesome I’m doing and what’s going on in the picture. Just pretend I did all that, and not that I not only got killedead but also split the crotch of my pants open from sensitivity to sensitivity. I got a few good shots in though.
Me and the boy frequently fight in the kitchen. I can’t even begin to express how awesome this kid is at… well… being. I’ve shown him some of the “hit locations” and how to “take a hit”, meaning act wounded, and now he’s better than half the troupe at it.
No shit, seriously, this kid is better at showfighting than some of the people that were in the ring last Saturday. Brutal they were. Awesome is he. Yodatalking I am.
I kilt him in this shot, but he got me later. We’re good like that and he loves it.
At the Art Museum. I include it only to show how BIG she’s getting and how funny it is when her expression says “HEY, no flash photography around the Egypt shit!” I love that I just noticed a drool patch on my chest and spilled milk down my leftside. This is the quintessential daddy picture.
Outside the museum. I don’t honestly know what that dude was yelling about, but I shout things like “I DO, I DO, I beLIEVE in fairies!”
Cousin Imo and Georgia Piehead at another barbecue, before the mozzies decided to gang up and wage war on our veins.
My father-in-law Poppy, discussing my golfing prowess with my mom. He beat her, but barely, and she beat me… barely. And I lost. Yeah.
Poppy, Me, and Jo’s Grandfather, Pop. We’ve all got our names straight then. Pop is 86 and quite awesome at lots of things. And YES, he beat me that day too. Sure, I can outdrive him by about 50 metres, but I can’t do a thing about the fact that I frequently 3-putt and he routinely sinks 25-foot putts. I’d curse at him, but he’s sweet and old and quite possibly one of the better examples of men on this planet.
Me, Ma, and Pop. She beat him, but he said that’s cos he let ‘er.
And I may actually believe him. Hmmmm…
The kids at Araluen Botanical Park and Flower Garden and Nature Reserve and Awesome Thing. Nobody told George to recline either, she just took it upon herself.
The boy is getting better at how to shape his face when a camera is pointed at him, but he still can’t quite smile normally. He tries, bless his li’l head, he tries. Still a handsome lad.
The beachyfit family, sans bub, and one of those days that’s so beautiful you can’t believe you’d forgotten that days can sometimes be perfect.
A fairly common occurrence… me trying to suck the baby’s brains out after I’ve beaten her into unconsciousness.
Awwwwww…
Gearing up for another big day. Look at ‘er, she’s just a-rarin’ to go.
Waiting for our fresh seafood on the dock in Freo. Bless those Kailis Brothers and their fish.
Jo having her first taste EVER of A&W Root Beer. I’d been going on and on about it for years, about how they don’t have Root Beer here and how sad that makes me. Then, when my AMERICAN mother is over, we chance upon a stall in the Fremantle Markets that specialises in American shi… goods.
I sucked down half of it in one gulp and exclaimed to the heavens how wonderful it was before handing the can to Jo and cueing mom with the camera for her much-heralded First Taste.
She drank, smiled a bit whilst processing the taste, and then loudly and disappointedly told me, “That’s just sasparilla!”
Well hell, I didn’t know that. I thought sasparilla was something that Goofy orders in those old Disney Western spoofs.
She LOVES riding around on my shoulders and will giggle every time my head rubs her belly. Never gets tired of that.
We needed somewhere with a microwave and, hopefully a table, where we could sit down and feed the Bug. The nearest and most convenient thing? A bar. HooYAH.
So, we shared a drink after the barmaid brought us both. Mine cold, her’s warmed over.
For the rest of her life, from that moment on, she will forever be a baby that once got fed in a bar while Daddy had a beer. I know that’s not uncommon, but I wonder how many out there can truly say that with such pride. Or at least say it with as many teeth as I have.
Oh My Dog! Her first ever trip to the beach! I didn’t even realise it until we were about in the water. She frowns at it and doesn’t quite know what to do with the rising and retreating water, but she loved it, walked in it, stamped on it, and giggled quite a lot. It was awesome.
Yet another of those moments captured forever… right after I had walked her out into the toodeep water, where I got splashed up to my knees and she got quite wet. I’m smoove like that.
The Visit From Granbo was an awesome one, full of much enjoyment and an amazingly busy and fun time for all. Jadey reserved no fewer than about 3 of her Firsts for Granbo’s landmark visit.First trip to the beach.
First time actually walking around in her walker (which she now does ALL Day long).
First time holding a bottle on her own (which opens up entire New Worlds to Daddy during feeds).
It was awesome, and as soon as she was gone we futtered about wondering how we were going to live life after getting so used to having her around.
Thanks again ma, for coming all that way just for me. Well, for me and my kids and wife and such, but you know what I mean. It means the World to me.
Loves to all, I’ll have some more pics from Ellis Brook on here soon as soon as I figure out where I put them and stop being lazy. Shoosh, it could happen.
Smooches.
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