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Welp, its been a time and a half, but I think that the ol’ Tumor is getting long in the tooth. Its limping along, and starting to try to bite the chickens. Its foaming at the mouth just a bit, and its been looking at you with a gleam in your eyes that has you keeping a little bit of distance.

When that happens, brother, its time to take it out back and do something about it.

So, I was going to just take it off and save me some hosting money, but the Lady convinced me that maybe this stuff might help somebody, or at least make some interesting reading for people who have too much, uh, normality in their life.

Speaking of which, I’m chock full of normal these days. I get up in the morning with an angel, the woman I love so amazingly dearly, the person who I thought just didn’t exist, or was too good to be true, or something. Anyway, this chick is laying right next to me, every single morning. We get up, we have our coffee, we get our (hee, our) kids off to school, we meet up at her work for more coffee, we talk, we chat, we flirt, we laugh. Sometimes we bitch. All those little normal things.

We go our ways throughout the day, sending text messages back and forth. We talk about whats for supper, or if we should rent a movie, or which bills we should pay this week and which ones we should put off till the next paycheck.

We watch the kids, the ones that I fathered a long time ago, and the ones that she mothered last year.

We cook dinner (or buy out, probably too often), having reached a consensus earlier in the day. We cuddle on the couch and watch TV, or fiddle on the laptop (yeah, we’re still out there on the ol’ internet, just not much to say). We watch geeky shows on the History Channel.

We tuck the kids into bed, and climb in ourselves. We say “I love you. Good night” every night.

Then we do it again.
Thats normal. Thats the stuff that, even if you try your hardest not to, you take for granted. Until something happens that takes it away.

Thing is, if you’re lucky enough to get it back, holy shit, its the most precious thing in the world. Its peace. Its Beauty. Its fulfillment. It feels like more than anybody could possibly deserve, a piece of Heaven on Earth.

Thats where I’m at today.

This little trainwreck of a website started out in a period of that normal, four friends who started up a blog to yap about the little things. We got a little community minded, and it was cool. Its good to feel important in your town, and thats been a rewarding thing.

It became something else when GAC was sick. It became a lifeline. I was going through an impossibly hard time, and the encouragement, and the wisdom, and the help of people all over the world helped get me through it.

You watched as I coped, and as I walked my boys through it. After that, you saw as I met the Lady. Those of you who stuck around watched our love grow. Its the greatest thing of my life.

Now we’re back at that equilibrium, that beautiful time of Normal, and this lifeline just isn’t what it used to be. Theres too much weight hanging around these little ones and zeros, and we’re floating too far above that now. It just doesn’t fly.

So, I’ve closed down the ‘tuma. Bos, Eaves, thanks for helping get this thing started.

Thanks to all the good peoples for good times.

Take it easy, internet.

It’s been a great couple of weeks at this house. What have we been doing? Well…

The computer and the tv have been turned off in the boys room for “an undetermined amount of time.” Stuff happened. Anyway. But the residual actions from removing these electronics from consuming their little brains has been pretty awesome.

Between the teasing 75 degree spring weather, the puppy and no video games and tv…. we’ve managed to witness the birth of DAD TIME!! (That’s when boys and dogs do what boys and dogs do best..WRESTLE!)

And it sure is fun… there is guarantee “Dad Time” will be requested nightly.

Let’s see… what else?

The boys joined us on the deck to grill steaks and shrimp last night. Juicebox rolled his bike into the backyard and tried to ride in the grass (that’s ready to be cut). He even broke out the new bike helmet he got for Christmas… He ran past us looking like this:

And then there is Xander. Wow, he is growing fast. We’ve had him 2 weeks now. He’s learned to go up and down the steps on the porch…though the DOWN part baffled him for days. He loves his crate (bed) and goes there to nap on his own. Potty training is progressing. Had ZERO accidents yesterday. Woot! His little blue puppy eyes are turning green. He is not afraid of the neighbor dogs anymore, but the neighbor’s lawnmower was a new and scary creature to him… he’s working it out though. You can see him trying to figure out every new thing he encounters. My older dog is tolerating him better. Not as many teeth shown. She’ll even let him give her kisses and climb over her back. Beagle? He’s still working on patience. He’s the only dog with a whole tail in this house, and it gets Xander’s attention frequently. And, omg! Check out the paws on this little boy!!

He learned to sit. And he’s SOOO excited to show us how good he can sit! (then he gets a cookie) He’s also learned that he has a voice. It’s not being used too much…mostly when he’s frustrated and can’t do something. Or- if the other dogs bark..he barks because they are (though he has no idea why).

He’s all puppy. But he’s looking more like a big giraffe dog everyday.

You’ve been here 2 weeks
And already grown taller
Legs are like tree trunks.

Teeth sharp like needles
You’re learning not to chew us
It’s getting better.

Up nights to potty
Every 2 hours at first
Now it’s up to 5.

Lots of little naps
You fight the sleepy that hits
And then you crash hard.

You give good cuddles
Paws on my face make me smile
Puppy kisses rock.

Man, we’ve had a blast.  We planned, executed, and delivered this wedding on our lonesomes (well, almost), and it turned out damn well.  We even still wanted to be married after doing it!

Crap.

I had something a lot better written earlier, but Wordpress sucks, and it ate it.  Or otherwise didn’t work.

But I’m not supposed to bitch when I’m talking about my wedding, right?

Indeed.

OK, so we (and by we, I mean the Lady) went through like all 800 pictures that the ever talented Mrs Eaves took at our wedding, and pulled out a hundred or so that we’ll pop on here for all to see.  We even have the embiggened, bigger then all hell original files on a linky basis.  Keep in mind, however, that if you intend to print one of these things off and put it on your mantel, or car, or tattoo it on you or something, you’ll need to pay me at least 5 bucks, and give Eaves a beer.

Cuz thats what she works for.

Enjoy!

Sittin ’round the house
Watching Godfather I,II
The boys are playing.

Pup wakes up at night
Crying to go the bathroom
Potty trips in dark.

He’s been really good
Only a couple boo-boos
Comfy in his crate.

He has learned to “sit”
Knows he gets a treat for it
A very smart pup.

G is reading books
5th grade is trying sometimes
Organization.

Juicebox likes to sing
And plays quietly with toys
Imagination.

AT and me rest
Went back to work end of week
Loving the normal.