Vaughn got a haircut, I may need one...

So I thought that my camera was stolen. Turns out it was lost in my bag. So there will be some more photos coming soon, besides just shots from my phone like this one. Juli decided to go nuts on Vaughn's hair the other day and called me crying when it was done. Of course I took the opportunity to make fun of her, but as it turns out his hair looks fine. I wish she would cut my hair sometimes, but she refuses.

And I thought I had some bad bed head

Vaughn's got a killer case of bed head. I think it may be time to give him his first haircut... he's almost 18 months and has yet to get one, 'cept for a little trim of the bangs here and there. Juli just can't bare to cut those luscious locks just yet.

Vaughn points to his brain.

I just asked Vaughn where his nose is and this is what he gave me. He just figured out that he could stick his little fingers up those holes in his nose. Great!

I suck.

I do, I suck. I'm sucking right now at keeping up with this blog. Juli is now 6 months pregnant. How many photos do I have on here of her this time around? Oh yeah, none. This is my 100th entry here btw and it sucks.

p.s. I started whoring myself out to these awesome google ads you see here and there on this page. So far (i think its been about 3 weeks) I've made a whopping $1.03. Damn, I suck!

Have a beer!

Vaughn wants all of you out there to go ahead and have a beer. You're all going to die of the swine flu in the coming weeks anyway. Grandpa and I have been building a shed in the backyard all weekend long, and ice cold Coors in the only thing that is keeping me going. Come on swine flu!