Who Has a Big Head?

Wyatt does!
Noggin and I have played that game since he was small enough in body

and large enough in the dome to look like a lollipop.
He's a stinkin' nut.
He loves to yell.
He loves his bike.
He loves his dog.
And that kid loves his mama.
He also likes to karate chop stuff, but that's beside the point.

I kinda want to bite his face off.
In the most loving way possible.

Don't let the vest deceive you.

Intelligently, I did not share the idea of doggie kisses with Wyatt as I did with Jamin.
I just don't think I could have handled it.
But he'll get a kiss, kiss, kiss, muah, muah, muah until he's 17 or 29 or 36 and doesn't care that Aunt Jenny is a lunatic.
I hope he knows how much I love him.

The Gloves, but if you have a weak stomach, DON'T scroll down...

A few months ago, I bought Kory a pair of leather gloves that he uses when he wrestles with logs for the fireplace. They are pretty heavy duty fireproof, splinter proof gloves that have been worth every penny of the $10 I paid for them.
Especially since Charlie thinks they are somehow his.
Sort of.
Every time Kory (not me, mind you, only Kory) puts on these gloves, Charlie goes nuts, as only Charlie can do. I can only liken them to falconer gloves when master calls beast and beast obeys.
Only Charlie doesn't obey. He attacks.
It's like Man vs. Beast in our living room. Or COPS, animal control.
It's bizarre.
I wish I got the shots of Charlie leaping off all four legs into the air and lunging at Kory who pushes him down only to have a leaky, frothing animal lunge at him again.
This is our nightly ritual. Right after House and American Idol and right before the news.
It's entertainment at it's best.

At first it starts out innocently...

A little roughousing, a little pushing...

Then comes the growling and the jumping...

Then invariably, the lunging leaves Kory on the ground...

Until the biting begins. Daddy hates biting. Can't you tell from the awful frown on his face?

But then Daddy has to show Charlie who's boss...(do NOT scroll down if you get queasy at the site of ugly...)

Because if Daddy doesn't show him who's boss, aliens from the Underworld invade the sanctity of our home and possess our puppy...

and this is who shows up...

Amazing Giveaway

You have to check this one out...
http://www.haveanepiphanie.com/home/2010/2/28/epiphanie-give-away.html?lastPage=true&postSubmitted=true

Valentine's Day Residue

Kory, in addition to taking me to the Melting Pot, for Valentine's Day, also sent me 4 dozen roses at work...three days early...so I could brag that I got flowers first.

Little did he know I not only was first, I was only...it paid off twice.

I never have the heart to simply throw flowers away, especially when Kory gives them to me, so I turned my dining room into a florist shop. I kinda like 'em.

MY photos of the snow day...

Snow Day

Danielle Ackerman from www.kmbc.com

We have another snow day today, although there is only about an inch on the ground. The real problem is the 2 inches of ice underneath the dusting. I got a call at 5:45 this morning--after I had gotten up, after Kory had spend 20 minutes scraping ice off the SUV and the car so I wouldn't have to, after several of my co-workers already started off for work. But it's all good.

Because right now, it's 6:08, and instead of being in the cold car on the way to work, I am sitting in my pjs on the couch sipping a cup of hot coffee listening to Charlie sniffle.

By the way, he smells like a dirty fishtank.

Charlie, not Kory.

Happy Valentine's Day