Kids!

Lost another couch cushion over the weekend, dammit. It didn't happen while we were gone getting food on Friday night from Lulu's downtown. And it wasn't while we were out at the Moose for a good portion of the afternoon on Saturday. Nope. It was while we were having some alone time on Saturday night in our bedroom that Jake decided it was time to kill another zipper on a couch cushion. All it took was 20 minutes, dammit. Little asshole. He's already taken out the big cushions, so he's been working on one of the smaller throw-pillows over the last couple of weeks instead. ::sigh!:: Little dude really sucks ass when it comes to that kind of thing. As I sat on the couch on Sunday, trying to get the zipper to come back together again (he chews it until the zipper undoes itself from the zippy mechanism, so it's just hanging onto one side of the zipper and I have to rehook it onto the other side...which really, really sucks to have to do, dammit), he sat on the floor staring at me as if to say, "Hm. That was a nice treat. I can't wait until I have another chance to suck on it again!" And I just looked at him and said, "Grrrr! Bad dog, Jake. Bad, bad, bad..." over and over. As if it makes a difference.

But still, I'd much rather take my awesome puppies to any children at all. On New Year's Eve, I had the chance to meet an old friend's kid for the first time. He was sweet, though, so I'll give him that. And he didn't destroy any couch cushions while he was in my presence, so he has that going for him, too.

As we sat on the couch talking, our other friend tried to take a picture of us, and I said, "No fair! I don't have a baby to help block all the fat I got going on over here!" So she threw a cabbage patch doll at me. And as the other friend fed her baby, I fed mine as well...

I like how she caught the sincerity on my face. Sometimes, it can get lost in the moment, you know?

There was also a puppet in the area. I have a hard time leaving puppets just be like that, so I brought it to life. I was unaware of the fact that I take on the facial characteristics of the personality I give said puppets when I'm manipulating them...

Hahahahaha! Baby vs. puppet!

(The puppet totally won, btw. Babies should know better than to try to go up against MY puppeting. Silleh babehs. We didn't get any pictures of the aftermath, as it wasn't a very pretty sight. Believe me.)

I don't care how sweet they can be at certain times, I'd still take puppies over babies any day. Nyah.