8250 – A “Happy Birthday, Dawni” Special!

The Birthday Girl

I hope she doesn’t mind be using this lovely picture. Please let me know if you do!

Pronunciation: ’ā-tē • ’tü • ’fif-tē

8.jpg Number of pieces of bacon I chowed down on at the birthday brunch.

2.jpg Pieces of cake Ollie managed to cram in his face before he was busted.

5.jpg Number of tiny black confetti stars found in the frittata, after it had been served!

0.jpg Things that sucked about the party.

OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!! Check it out!

I must have one.

Wake n’ Bacon

An Interpretive Dance I Like to Call, “The Bullet Point.”

Excuses for neglecting my blog (feel free to believe whichever you choose):

  • I was attacked by a mob of angry chickens.
  • Damn those holidays. They take up all your time.
  • I have attempted to have some semblance of a life outside of my home/away from my computer.
  • I developed an unnatural fear of cheese and avoided mice of all kinds.
  • I didn’t feel like writing.
  • I am a giant, insensitive douche.
  • Bacon.

Kickass New Rocket Tricks:

  • He will act out and mimic the sound for the following animals: dog, cow, chicken, rooster, bear, fish, lion, monkey, horse, sheep, and elephant.
  • He is walking!
  • Musical instruments he will pretend to play: drums, fiddle, and guitar.
  • He gives high fives, bumps fists, and gives eskimo kisses.
  • When asked what The Count says, he responds with , “Ah! Ah! AAAAAAH!”
  • He is learning to feed himself. A bath is occasionally required after one of these sessions.


  • He headbangs in his car seat whenever we play any Metallica while driving.
  • He will also headbang to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. That song, apparently, fuckin’ rocks.
  • When the theme music for Family Guy begins, he will immediately stop whatever he is doing and intently watch the television.
  • You can ask him to bring you a specific book from his collection and he will bring it right to you.

A Photo Montage I Like to Call, “Playing Catch Up.”

Oliver’s 1st Birthday




That last two photos are not a photoshopped joke. We actually gave him a gigantic piece of cake to trash. He munched on this for about twenty minutes. After the party it took another two hours of cruising round and round the couch before he finally passed out on the floor.

Gingerbread, Bottle Rockets, Gun Powder, Oh My!




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