The Lloyds

My little baby girl just got back from a nice beach vacation and she thought she should send a little message to the old cracker who is turning four years older than dirt.

All the zoofans who have children understand that a majority of a parent's time is spent trying to figure out where the child got a certain trait. Adeline has a bad temper, got that from her mother. Adeline farts like a lion meows, got that from her father. Adeline doesn't have very much hair, got that from her papaw Joking. Just yesterday while pops and I were out and about grandma old-as-dirt and Ms. Kimberly noticed another interesting trait that this little girl displays. Watch and try to guess who she takes after on this one. The polls open at midnight.

Mom and pops have a whole lot of grass and not enough of the yard dominated by decking yet so they decided to expand the already 47000 sq ft of existing deck out to an even 50000. They thought this would be a perfect opportunity for me to put some of this schooling I have endured over the past few years to good use and help them out.

The training session began with a destruction session which Papa Lloyd wound up being quite good at. I'm pretty sure that he has destroyed a few things in his life because he appeared to be a professional at turning perfectly useful objects into large masses of useless rubble.

I wish I had taken a picture of the hot tub which was in the middle of the driveway in four large pieces so I could prove to you that papa Lloyd really is quite an impressive demolition man. This was pretty much where day one of my training ended. I would say it is pretty close to day one for Daniel-saan.

Day two was off to a slow start because of some technical difficulties with the small human currently living in my home so we didn't get started until about noon. As you can see this project wasn't undertaken without the best help around. Mom, Aunt Laura, and Uncle Pete were there to pick up all the slack that I created with my insistence on only working for 4 hours each day. I would say that day numero dos was right about on par with Daniel-saan's second lesson.

In normal Blake fashion day three was off to another late start since I didn't arrive until about 5:00. My tardiness didn't hinder the true workhorses (read mom and Aunt Laura *special note* Grandma Litter was actually taking my place and guiding this great chariot of awesome craftsmanship toward victory in my absence) of this operation though and they were ready to move right along as soon as I got there. Most everything was done except for the decking and I got right to that. These pictures are from the end of day three which I would say didn't go quite as well as Daniel-saan's.

While I have been busy becoming more awesome (as if that were possible), Adeline has been cheering me on and has been busy being cute. Hard work but somebody's gotta do it.

Surely I wasn't abducted by space aliens after being caught in a southern Ohio wheat field stomping out crop circles in the middle of the night then unjustly subjected to anal probing and other types of horrendous testing....correct (for more than one reason, everyone knows that space aliens don't actually anal probe anymore *that was old technology that went by the wayside in the mid 70's*, and I just haven't had the heart to disappoint anymore farmer's wives....or have I?

Surely I haven't been studying up for next year's material in order to get a jump on the rest of the class as one faithful blogfan had suggested...correct again. You guys are good at this game.

Actually, I have been a little busy being NFOTY (New Father Of The Year) which is not actually an elected position but rather an appointed position which I have the honor of holding this year thanks to two of the three electoral appointers that were being counted in this house......

Here is the crib and the chair that made it just in time. I carried this up the stairs and unpacked it right before we left for the hospital.

The new babysitter that I just put in two days before Adeline's epic journey down route birthing canal. Hopefully this will allow me to get some good golfing in this summer.

Here is little Miss Adeline immediately after busting out of that joint they call Grant Medical Center. She thought it appropriate to wear the coolest shirt ever.