He’s like a little man. We refer to him as the business man. I’m on the hunt for a sweet pinstripe suit, so he can take over the E-Trade baby’s spot.
Although I guess this picture doesn’t really say “business.” More like Grrrr…
The Dude’s newest nephew, i.e. The Intimdator, is three weeks older than Little Dude, and he started to crawl last week. L.D. is starting to realize he can get around by rolling. I suspect he’ll be on the move soon.
So bittersweet to reach another stage of development.
But the good news is we can have baby races, and hopefully I can win some money off the Lady in a Shoe.
Just like many other New Years Eve celebrations, the Dude house rang in 2011 with copious amounts of vomit. Unfortunately, we didn’t enjoy any of the benefits of overindulgence that usually accompany New Years revelry.
The Dude and The Princess rang in the New Year with our heads in the toilet thanks to a tummy bug that stowed away in our luggage from The Lady in a Shoe’s house. Mrs. Shoe’s house not only incubates chaos, but also germs. As a result, Casa de Dude resembled, and smelled like, a frat house as the ball dropped.
Thankfully, Mrs. Dude and Little Dude have escaped the bug so far. And a big thanks goes out to the Mrs. for working into the wee hours of the morning taking care of the sickies (and the infant).
Thanks again for a great visit Lady in a Shoe. However, in the future, please make sure your germs pass through customs before following us home.
The good news is that starting from the toilet, 2011 has no where to go but up. Here’s to a great 2011!
We just returned from a quick visit to the Lady in the Shoe’s house for a belated Xmas celebration. As always it was a great visit…and chaotic.
This picture was taken during the middle of the gift bonanza, and I think it is a pretty fitting snapshot of the chaos that is the Lady in the Shoe’s world.
The crazy part is this mooning episode was unnoticed by everyone. We didn’t see it until we looked at the pictures. I can’t tell if that’s because it was so chaotic or subconsciously we all expect these events and block them out as they pass by.