Daddy Boy made it home to his sweet wife after being gone hunting for almost four days. He got out of the truck, took one look at me, and said with evident displeasure, “You’re still pregnant.”
Yes, no one is more aware of this fact than myself. But I do hope you enjoyed your vacation.
Marc was able to bag his deer on the last morning before the trip home. A young buck of less than average intelligence. He said he could have probably taken it out with a rock, the way it stood there looking at him while casually eating it’s breakfast.
Gideon (our only aspiring carnivore) betraying his vegetarian roots.
Daddy Boy and DooDoo. He even confessed to missing her.
Marc has gone hunting with his dad the past four years or so. Gideon will be old enough to go with them next year. I doubt there is anything as fun as not showering, subsisting on snack foods, and not having to listen to women for four days straight. I can see the draw in that. Unfortunately, the party is over. Next stop, a 2:00 a.m. trip to the birth center. You’re going to love it.