Beep...Beep...Beep...LaaDaadadadadooo...Laa DAA dadadadadooo.

Unfortunately, the opening theme sounded better in my head than it looks in the title. If you're having difficulties deciphering my theme-song, think of my favorite sci-fi series of the last five-plus-decades who's name includes the initials STAR TREK (the original).
For those out of the loop, you may expect Murdock version 1.1.2g to arrive in the near future, in a galaxy very nearby. (if you don't understand what i'm saying, you're lucky.) As further clarification, which would only be logical, 1 little girl (according to the voodoo and ultrasound) will be arriving in the middle of July.
In other news, pictures will be posted of the RolliCady monster in his continued course of growth progression and evolution into small yet hardy curly-headed humanoid-ish creature as soon as I can remember where I put the camera.

Until then, ttfn

me

Holiday travels, or is it travails?

So, it's been a while. Since I last wrote I have added, I believe, three guitar lessons and have been in the wrestling room only once despite the new wrestling shoes I bought this year so I don't lose another toe nail.
Gibbie is growing up fast and is rather different form other kids his age, here is an example: While we were in Las Vegas for the finale of our "Grand Tour" Gibbie went outside to play with his cousins and to get out from under-foot. Shortly after leaving the house he fell and hit his head. Not thinking much of it I told him to rub it off, like I always do, and he tried but couldn't touch the back of his head or stop crying (which is very, very uncharacteristic). I went and picked him up and didn't notice anything until the drops of blood began hitting my arm and the ground. I sopped up the blood from his noggin and realized he needed some stitches. So, we got to make a quick trip to see is old pediatrician's staff and get a staple in his head. (I got to keep the staple remover. I foresee many more opportunities to use it over the next several decades.) The odd part of his behavior was the fact that he only cried when the nurses were scrubbing out the cut and they were his best friends after they stapled him up. How many two-year-olds still like the people that cause them pain? Oh well, that's his personality.
While we were in Salt Lake Gibbie and I had our curls removed. The little one almost did better for the hair cut than I did.
We had a wonderful Christmas and enjoyed getting to spend time with our families, and look forward to seeing everyone soon.

Pomegranates and Conductors

As I'm sitting here eating my pomegranate and trying to think of things to tell you, my mind is drawing a complete blank. The only thought that keeps entering my wee brain is, "There's naught tha' can do." I've been watching a lot of "All Creatures Great and Small" and it's beginning to take its toll on my accent and manner of speaking. Gibbie and Demya are absolutely hooked on the show. Gibbie loves the animals and Demya loves the stories. I like the landscape and accent.
Well, the patch on the Geo's gas tank didn't hold, so it's being repaired again and as soon as that's done I'll have an easier go at teaching my lessons in Hotchkiss. Then we'll have to come up with some way of getting the heater working again.
Gibbie's being himself, being Tigger, bouncing all over the place when he's not spinning circles and falling down playing ring-a-round-the-rosies by himself. He also figured out who Santa Claus is and what he does this week. The wee monkey began giving kisses this past week. Big, sloppy, wet kisses that no-one can escape. (Not even Cady.)

Well, we hope to see everyone soon and wish all of you a Merry Christmas.
I have to go and rescue an unhappily, waking monkey.

"Hiiy Doddy" and other quaint sayings.

...This and other utterances from the mouth of Babe (the pig and the curly-headed besocked-monkey [Gibbie]) shall issue forth in the forth-coming, fourth installment, of the fourth months... enough of the "fo[u]rths". Sooooo, Gibbie rode a horse, Demya and I rode a thoroughbred who was feeling kind enough to allow me on its back, and we had a great time in the Colorado Springs area.

As I said earlier, I think. At least I thought of it, so everyone should just read my mind now, I will update soon with fresh anecdotes and the update on the Geo, (it is working, but I keep breaking my tools [more about that later]) and more about what everyone wants to know...What Gibbie is up to.

'Til then, T-T-F-N.



I had to add this picture because it is so-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o cold right now as I'm writing this that I needed something to help everyone in colder clime's feel a little warmer.

Signing off,

Me

Next Time...

On the upcoming post we will see if the Geo is working again after recovering from a cracked gas tank. We will also learn the inner workings of said car as we try to get the heater and fan working properly so Demya can drive it to work when it's cold.



P.S. It snowed today

Soooooooo......

here's what's been goin' on.
We almost added a new fuzzy addition to our family but, unfortunately, Cady and Austin (his name) did not get along and we had to give him back the next day.
Now for some better things...


We had a busy pre-halloween week, we went to the harvest festival at Paonia High and had fun with the little carnival there. We then went to our ward's halloween party and trunk-or-treat where Gibbie came away with a pretty good haul. Sunday brought Gibbie's first official trick-or-treating which went very well. Everyone loved it when he would say "tick... or... tree... (get candy)... tank you." We went to a little halloween party hosted by one of Demya's coworkers and had a very good time visiting and watching trick or treaters come 'round and recognizing most of the kids.

Update coming soon.

For the few of you that read this blog, I will update it by Sunday with pictures from all the Halloween things we went to and some brief anecdotes.
Until then,

T-T-F-N!