Boo

My friend Bullfrog had a son back in February. Everybody calls him Tadpole...kid never had a chance at holding on to his birth name.

A bit of Dino for your Christmas playlist...

Jackson Blan. After much deliberation, Sugar Britches and I reached a final decision. Jackson was my great-grandfather's name and Blan was Sugar Britches' grandfather's middle name. We like family names around here. Of course if little Jackson is like most of the men in my family, he will end up with a nickname that most people call him by. My mom and dad named me Christopher. At the hospital my cousin who was two years-old at the time kept pointing at me and calling me "Boo." The nickname stuck. My grandfather was dubbed "Corn-Fed" at an early age. There were people that knew us who had no idea what either of our real names were. Looking forward to welcoming little mister Jackson into the world.

To: Rozuki From: Boo Hope this helps while you're on the mend.

To: Jillar From: Boo A booster seat for your car. Now you'll be able to see over the wheel.

To: Doreen From: Boo A new handle for your frying pan. Will come in handy both in the kitchen and keeping law and order here on the Quit Train.

I have been overdoing it this week with the Key Lime Pie. My wife is pregnant and has been craving Key Lime Pie. Being the good husband that I am, I show solidarity with her by joining in on the pie eating. Between the baby weight and the holidays, I'm going to have to clean up the diet a bit...eventually.

I'm just about ready to announce the little man's name. Me and Sugar Britches have narrowed the list down to a point where we have unofficially come to a consensus. Before I make the announcement, I want to make sure the better half is fully on board with our name choice. And with all due respect to Maddie, we are not naming her baby brother "Dat-Dat."

Some songs hold a really special place. I stumbled across this song a few months before my daughter was born. And I found out today that I have a son on the way. Really hits me right in the feels...

Congratulations Kel. You're doing great.

Miss Maddie is going to have a baby brother! The gender determination was easy enough with the ultrasound. He positioned himself in such a way that his gentleman's equipment was on full display...he truly is his father's son. We were able to get a good look at the little man. He was moving his fingers a lot, kind of clenching and unclenching his fist. Sugar Britches assumed he was waving at us. I assumed he was working on his grip strength to help with his deadlift and farmer's walk numbers. So many thoughts bouncing around in my head right now. I'm starting to figure out the whole what it means to be a father to a daughter thing. There are curveballs thrown in on a regular basis, but I feel like I'm doing alright. Now, I'm thinking a lot about the father/son relationship. The role that a father plays in a young man's life is of critical importance. It is an important job and one that I'm thrilled to take on. The little man (name coming soon) is still on schedule to make his big debut around the middle of April. Get ready folks, Boo Jr. is on his way.

The wait won't be long now. Should know by this time tomorrow. Sugar Britches is twenty-one weeks along now, halfway there. The ultrasound at tomorrow's appointment with the obstetrician will allow us to get a good look at the new addition to the family. Baby Boo or Baby Britches II...the countdown is on.

I've posted this song every December since joining the forum. The streak continues...

Maddie is taking some artistic liberties with "The Greatest Story Ever Told." She has one of those Fisher-Price Little People Nativity sets in her room. The manger is overrun with penguins. The three wise men have been joined by a fireman and a little girl in a pink dress. Joseph and a camel are riding around in a school bus. Not historically accurate, but Maddie does have an interesting take on the story of Christmas.

The Dude had a rough night. And he hates The Eagles.

I nearly lost an eyebrow one time. All hunched over, trying to light one up on a windy day. Everybody talks about the heart and lung issues caused by smoking. The threat of self-immolation doesn't get as much attention.

The only thing you're missing out on by not smoking while dealing with bronchitis is a hacking coughing spell and prolonged illness. The choice is an obvious one.

Elvis has entered the chat...

You're one of the good ones Ozzy. Congratulations. Enjoy your day.

It's that time once again...time for Christmas music. In the past I always started my Christmas song postings with "Blue Christmas" by Elvis. Changing things up this year. My daughter started dancing to this one earlier so it moves to the top of my list.

Enjoying the start of the Christmas season. The house is lit up. The tree is up and decorated. Wreaths, stockings, and various other Christmastime themed items have been strategically placed throughout the house. Santa Claus has been renamed "ho-ho" by my daughter. Watched Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer earlier; Maddie makes roaring noises when King Moonracer comes on. Christmastime is on here at Boo Acres.