Well, I've been neglecting my sticky-fingered Elder Scrolls redguard, and turned once again to my pokemon. Unfortunately, since the last time I played, I lost my connection cable, so I can't finish switching my teamfrom FireRed over to Emerald. Tres was laughing at me since I was watching the pokemon cartoon while I was leveling up my team a bit. But then later that night we were talking about what kind of pokemon we would be, and based on our bithdays, I would be part lion, and tres would be part scorpion. Although I'm the pokemon person in the house, Tres makes a cooler pokemon. Trespion (tray-pee-on)sounds a whole lot cooler than Valioness. So, yeah.
Baby Grant had a Doctor's appt. yesturday, and although Grant looks like a normal chubby one yr old, he's fallen off the growth chart. I think someone just fucked up, since Grant eats nonstop. I'll let them run their labs and think whatever they want about how I'm raising my kids, but I know my boys are as healthy as can be. Dorky, yes, strange, yes, a little dumb, that too. But they are strong healthy boys; one who can cripple you with one of his screams and the other can probably kick your ass on Super Smash Bros. Melee,
oh yeah, speaking of that, I was cooking dinner, and Andre was sitting by the pantry playing with some matchbox cars HUMMING THE SUPER MARIO 64 THEME! How cute is that!
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