Ah yes, that time of year when the job you do job shit for has you on Tuesdays and Wednesdays off. Weekends are in the middle of the week and weekdays become weekends, but its really only the beginning.
One on one time with the baby Gurr is rampant during this time.
We like to go meet the Beardess for lunch at least once a week. Lately we have been frequenting Culinary Creation- The Deft Chef, in Aiken right beside the Beardess’ work. It just opened a couple weeks ago. It’s a small place, mainly in the business of catering. He has sandwiches and prepared frozen oven dinners. The food has been real good, if you are in Aiken, I highly recommend!
I had to pick Baby Gurr up from the daycare on Monday, my Friday, because she had a fever. This was going to put a pretty big damn damper on my plans for our middle of the week weekend. Really? A damn fever in the summer! That’s some bullshit right there.
Yesterday was a bust. I did salvage some of the day, by taking my two women out to eat. Baby Gurr rammed on through most of the day, though she was feeling pretty bad.
Contrary to popular belief among the womenfolk with whom I am known to, I do not dress Baby Gurr, she dresses herself. I just go to the closet and hold up clothes until she says, “I like that”. So that’s what we wear. Leave me alone assholes!
This look can pretty much explain, all on its on, how bad she felt. Photogenic like her daddy is though, still looking like a million dollars. I mean, I have never met a camera that didn’t take phenomenal pictures of me.
I am pretty damn sure with the utmost assurance that it is possibly impossible for me to take a bad photo.
Today has been much better. Fever is minimal. We live in horse country. There are horse farms surrounding our neighborhood.
I decided Baby Gurr and myself would just mosey on over to the biggest horse farm/training facility uninvited and go mingle with some horses. So, we did. I mean, who is gonna tell me know? I smile, I speak with my souther eloquence, and Baby Gurr bats the prettiest little eye lashes ever known to man. BAM! GOLD!
Baby Gurr would not pet the damn horse. She wanted to pet the dog. I mean come on, she has a dog at home. Not too long ago, she was petting an alligator. A horse? Nah, horsies are cool from a distance.
I will leave you with some pictures I took of Baby Gurr. Now, to let ya’ll know, I did the hair this morning. I am getting better, but this shit is difficult. I am not going to lie.
Today, I did pigtails. My wet wash cloth soaking method works wonders, really makes a difference getting the hair prepped for the bows and shit. Enjoy
I know I have been away for a while. Football season starts up soon, that is when I come off writing vacation. I think it has something to do with football and drinking more beer that makes me more creative. And ya’ll know creative creativity is the best creativity for being creative.
I would like to thank everyone who supported the Wildland Firefighter Foundation.
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