The Gobbler

The Fiddler Leg turns 6 weeks today, she's sleeping in chunks now, pretty active during the day, and always a fuss factory come dinner time. Digs war movies and anything that involves making tracks. Mom hosts rock and roll happy hour, every evening, and the girls blast old Traffic / LZ records and bounce around the digs. Diapers remain interesting. She's got a new stunt in her playbook, stiffs one leg out, curls the other to her diaper, waves her hands back and forth. Resembles:


Of little interest, had a root canal on Monday, pretty terrible. Tooth died, from unnatural causes, doc hooked a car battery up to it to make sure we had no nerve activity. Again, floss the ones you want to keep, stay out of that chair.

From this morning's send-off:


Aunt Sandra of Alaska, along with Grand Uncle JJ and Emily, popped by on Monday for a gander. Jane countered with a fish face and conked out for the occasion.



Girls abandon me for Charleston on Sunday. Jane gets her wings.

Will post another video this weekend hopefully. Assuming fantasy football doesn't suck all my time.