Howlin' at the Red Moon!

Last night I set the alarm for 3:30 am and woke Juli up to go outside and look at the red moon. I thought it was going to be stupid, but when I looked up into the sky I was amazed to see a huge, full moon in the sky that was glowing red. There were no clouds, so you could really see it nicely. It was a full lunar eclipse, it was pretty neat. So we stood outside in the backyard for a few minutes and then went back to sleep. What would have been really funny is if someone for some odd reason had been up at 3:30 in the morning and decided that they would peer over our fence, they'd have seen two naked people and a dog staring into the sky looking at a red moon. Sweet.

Same old stuff

Not much has been going on these days, just the same old stuff. We went to a friends wedding in Huntington a couple weeks ago, this is the dressed up photo for that. Other than work and the routine baby check ups, we are pretty damn boring. We had more ultrasounds done this week, everything looks good. Jonesy's balls are all healed up and he's back to running around like normal. Yawn. We pretty much suck.

bye bye dog balls!

Poor Jonesy. In life doesn't it always seems like when things are looking up some kind of horrible disaster comes through at just the right time and BAM, your whole world is turned upside down. As I type this he is at the Vets office getting his little nads chomped off. Just as they were getting big enough to get a little bit of a hang down - snip they go. Oh well, at least we ponied up the extra $50 to get him put out completely. Can you imagine getting your balls removed without local anesthetic? That's fucking nuts! Actually, its not nuts. HA!

rip-van-animals

We sleep in our house. A lot. And so do the vermin, here they are:

The kitties are no longer kitties, but they still snuggle on top of my dresser and think of new ways to torment the dog.

Juli and Vaughn watch TV and Jonesy naps on the floor

Then Jonesy crawls up on me and sleeps on my stomach, not gonna be doing this much longer, he's getting too big

Some new older photos

My pops is over in Hawaii working on a boat, and on boats there is plenty of free time, so he brought a scanner and has started cataloging all his old photos and keeps sending me some old shots of us when we were little. I'm exactly the same age as my dad was when I was born, so I think he's just trying to get me prepared.

My parents with four rugrats in Hawaii. Juli thinks my mom looks like a mermaid here, I think she always does.

This is at out house in Florida with our two cousins, katie and lauren. I'm in the naked one in the tree.

You catch kids just like they were cats!

Pops and Robbie, checking me out.

Vaughn Royal Marshall

So.... I haven't told Juli this yet, but I always thought it was kinda stupid and totally pretentious that people would name their kids before they were born. And I guess it still is (especially if they aren't even conceived yet), but now I can see how at six months pregnant you already have a name. Juli and I went back and forth on about a dozen different names, and if I had a dollar for every time she said, "that's it, that's the name, its final!" I'd have... well... about 12 dollars. But then we finally have decided on a good boy's name: Vaughn. I suggested it, and Juli liked it. At first she said she was going to pick the name and I could pick the middle name, but since technically I came up with Vaughn, she has picked Royal for the middle name, because it apparently means Red in Gaelic, or Scottish, or Irish or all of them. I thought it was a cool, and then I realized the significance to Royal Tennenbaum and now I think its awesome. Hooray for Royal. Anyway, now the big thing is what the little booger will look like. Every time we go back to the doctor and get more ultrasounds we can see more and more of what he's gonna look like, Juli already thinks he's gonna look more like me (and hopefully he will being a boy). But any kid that's a cross between me and Juli is sure to look pretty damn good if you ask me. Anyway, my Pops sent these photos of me when I was a little tyke, and being that Juli had blonde hair too, it’s looking like there's a little toe-head on the way. If it comes out black, we may have a problem.

Fatty update

Juli is pretty much getting noticeably bigger by the day. The halfway point has come and gone and now we are just playing the wonderful game of hurry up and wait. Seriously, you know the saying that a watched pot never boils? That's how being pregnant is, except it lasts for nine months! You're always watching and waiting and shit just never happens. Actually, I did feel the baby kick for the first time the other night. It was more like he was dancing though, he was going nuts in there. So more of that for the next few months until he comes out kicking and screaming... ok, I'm going home now work has been hell lately. Good night.

Happy Birthday Old Moldy!

Today is my Grandpa's 80th birthday! We call him Old Moldy, casue he's so old. If 79 was as old as dirt, than 80 is older. Congratulations Gramps, you're now older than dirt! I hope I make it to be older than dirt one day. This is not my grampa by the way, but this is what came up when I searched for Old Moldy, so it might as well be him.