Sophia MacLaren Spurdle

So these two really close family friends of mine ended up getting together awhile ago and they made a baby. I was real excited to see it during my visit because babies are cool and weird and they're supposed to smell like puppies. It was also exciting because I really love the people who made it.

Holding babies is odd. I am big. They are small. I am not sure how I'm supposed to hold them particularly in front of their parents. I was afraid they were gonna be like "you're doing it wrong.. stop hurting my baby" etc.. Are they fragile or resilient? Anyway this little girl was not in the best of moods when I was holding her. She seemed generally pissed off and squirmy. She would crab at me and shift around erratically (which would be a disease if she was bigger). All of a sudden I feel this rumble and a horrid smell followed. I heard babies weren't supposed to stink because they only eat what nature intended and that their little systems are built for digesting it. Wrong. This kid dropped a bomb that would make your favorite uncle's eyes water, and right after she did she broke out the biggest smile. I tried not to take it personally but the way she smiled seemed sly and slightly evil (which I found completely endearing). This photo caught me right in the process of handing her back to her mom.

The Bitch is Back!

I been out in Northern California for the better part of the last two weeks and will be giving y'all the full report on my activities soon. You can look forward to tales of farting babies, creek swimming, general drunkenness, video game induced nose bleeds and much much more. Stay Tuned....

Yeah For Camping!

This here is a little photo progression of a recent overnight camping trip Boo, Shelby and I took out to the Nehalem river. We found a nice little spot and made camp. Then we walked down to the river and found that it was perfect for swimming. We all got naked and went right in instead of going back to camp for our suits. While we were swimming we saw some pretty good sized crawdads and it reminded me of a time when my grandpa and I caught them with a little bit of bacon on the end of a string. As we sat around the fire that night drinking Mad Dog 20/20 and Hamms I suggested that we fashion some rigs and catch some crawdads in the morning. So the next morning as we sat around the table and drank our coffee from salvaged beer cans (we forgot cups) we all started to make our own types of crawdading apparatus. Mine was made out of strips of plastic bags tied in knots with a sewing pin for a hook, Boo's was made of little bits of string she pulled from her clothes and a wooden prong hook with a barb and Shelby opted for a simple milk jug with holes cut in the bottom and an open top. We ended up catching quite a few and we all enjoyed the challenge of trying to catch these wily little guys. We decided that if we were gonna go through the trouble of catching them that we should take them home and eat them. So that's just what we did. They cooked up really easily and to my surprise they were actually pretty tasty. They tasted pretty bland but a little lemon and garlic butter did the trick nicely. Anyway a good time was had by all and nobody got sick or nothing. Yeah for camping!