Showing posts with label Son of Godzilla. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Son of Godzilla. Show all posts

Monday, October 13, 2008

It's teaching its son all right. And, he's teaching its son just like people teaching its children, just like a papa.

We got to meet Swinebread Jr. this last weekend and I just want to say the kid puts every other baby to shame in the cute department. He is absolutely adorable and doesn't stop grinning, which is pretty cool for a two-month old.

It's kind of funny but as my kids get older I have to fight with them more and more for Swinebread's attention. From my oldest daughter who is into H.P. Lovecraft, to my middle daughter that loves anime to my boy who just loves comics they are picking Swiney's brain from the minute he walks in the door.

Mrs. Swinebread brought over some Ikea Swedish meatballs which were mighty tasty. They showed us a video of baby pictures that was pretty entertaining.

It's really an honor knowing those two in real life as they're a couple of the nicest people a guy could meet.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

It's teaching its son all right. And, he's teaching its son just like people teaching its children, just like a papa.

Happy birthday to Dean Jr. who turns twelve today.

At our house we have a tradition when it's one of the kid's birthdays - the 6 a.m. bagpipe procession to their bedroom. I get out my pipes (I really need to practice more) and we march into the birthday boy/ girl's room with the rest of family in tow. Our Chihuahua/ Pekingese Spike always comes in last, howling at the noise.

Did you know that John Woo and Dick Cheney considered listing bagpipe music under acceptable torture methods but even they couldn't bring themselves to be that cruel?

Dean Jr. tried to hide under his pillows but there was just no way to stop the dulcet tones of the pipe drones and chanter. When we finally dragged him out of bed and sat him down to watch a video that his sisters put together for him.

Comprised of pictures of him growing up, shots of Godzilla (his favorite movie star) and laced with music like Chicago's "You're The Inspiration" I couldn't believe that this little movie was put together by the two girls who spend the rest of the year plotting Dean Jr.'s painful demise.

In honor of his big day here's a much better piper than me playing the theme to Star Wars--