I am back from the Great White North and in full effect! Despite the 40 degree temperature increase upon my return from Canada-da-da, it's good to be home. I'll tell you a little bit more about my vacation after the recap. In fact, I think I'll be bestowing a little Canadian nugget each of my days this week.
Also, if you haven't checked out my new contest, you should probably do that. I'm giving away a Dreamcast and you all know how much you want some of that.
The woman and I headed up to Sudbury, Ontario almost two weeks ago. Her mother married herself a Canuck and moved that way a couple of years ago and, while my fiance had visited them for a week last year, I hadn't been yet. But her sister was graduating from high school (to the surprise of many) and I hadn't seen her family in a couple of years, so it was pretty important that I go. Oh, and there was this other reason:
That's Elsie, and she's my new girlfriend. Her sister, my fiance, should be concerned about when I decide to trade her in on this younger model. Six months old and just about the happiest thing I've ever seen in my life. My initial reaction to the photos I had seen of her were the same I'd give to any baby: She looked like Winston Churchill. But the second that little, wriggling bundle grabbed my beard for the first time, all was lost. I probably spent more time with that baby than I did with anyone else for the week we were there.
Now, this doesn't change my opinions on having a baby girl of my own. Given the choice, I'll have one boy and that's that. I'm the last in my family line, after all. The missus convinced me that two children would be manageable and one of them, the first, could be a girl. If we have a boy, we're stopping right then and there. Two girls? Then I guess the Zimmermans are dying out. That, or I'm moving to China before we try again.
It's not that I don't like little girls. I positively adore them. I'm pretty sure that a daughter of mine would need only bat their eyelashes to get anything she wanted. I don't want to live with the fear that someone could exert so much control over me.
Babies are secret alien emotional/mind control devices which will signal the end of our impending doom in the year 2012, just like the Mayans predicted.
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(BEATIFUL BABY BTW)
"That's Elsie, and she's my new girlfriend."
Babies are secret alien emotional/mind control devices which will signal the end of our impending doom in the year 2012, just like the Mayans predicted.
Aww, I got ellipsis'd. Welcome back though!
Cute kid, indeed. Nice job on the recap!
Thanks a bunch for mentioning my post, I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoyed the article.
I made a recap, swizzeet.
Also, cute kid.
Aw, sorry I made you feel old. Thanks for still mentioning my article though!
I love kids...until they're actually my responsibility. xD
Don't let the Zimmermans die out! It's one of the coolest last names ever!
Awwww... cute kid.
Yay, adorable babies!
The first pic of the baby is priceless, the look on her face, shes like "Who the fuck are you?"
and I got mentioned! Woo! Thanks for mentioning me.
She looks so startled in that one picture, like she already knows, at six months, that having a picture taken so close is an affront to one's dignity.