You Have Your Mother's Look About You

This has got to stop. There are plenty of opportunities. Three uncles I can think of right off the bat. First there was the pink bib thing, but now this whole “one looks like his father, and one looks like his mother,” thing has got to stop. Uncle Matt, Uncle Curt and Uncle Brian are all good alternatives. Can we please stop referring to me as resembling my mother? I can feel the complex developing and I don’t even know what a complex is. Never mind that Benjamin has red hair and dad doesn’t have any hair. And, he’s fat. Dad isn’t even close to fat. Okay so there are those big, blue eyes. What are there like 4 different options for eye color—what were the odds they’d both have blue eyes anyway? Well, there is that point on the top of their heads ... But, really, I DON'T look like mom!

What?

Hey, at least I'm not chewing on the stuff inside the cabinet.

Attitude

Mom thinks the smile takes away from the look a bit, but I think it works. But the egg allergies will limit my styling options in the future.

Huh?

Since Katee Sackhoff is not Katie Coakley (Aunt Kate), does that mean that Starbuck is a cylon?

Celebrity Sighting

Mom said we were a little confused, but we couldn’t contain our excitement at meeting Starbuck (http://www.scifi.com/battlestar/characters/index.php?cid=5). The new season starts October 6, and since mom and dad don’t ever leave the house on the weekends any more, they said having something to watch on Friday evening would make it bearable. Anyway, everyone kept referring to her as Aunt Kate. Our aunt, a tv star, can you believe it?

Stuber Family Days

Somehow we’re thinking that “family day” for the Stubers might be a little different than family game night. Dad organized family day (with a lot of help from his men) for his troop in Crossville. There are so many things to look forward to, for now mom made us play on a blanket in the grass. Grandpa flew his plane over and made a smoke stream in the sky, and then he passed back over and dropped marshmallows everywhere. Someone was supposed to get the red one and get a free plane ride, but the guy that dropped the marshmallows was a little early. Mom still thinks it’s funny that there is a family somewhere in Tennessee wondering why marshmallows are falling from the sky into their yard. There was also a rock climbing wall, a bouncy room (Benjamin wanted that), a race car, tanks to crawl on, machine guns to fire (mom said no way this year), hamburgers and hot dogs and a radio station. We thought it was neat that when you get poop on dad’s uniform, it doesn’t show up—now that’s tactical.

Return To Thunderdome

Max: Thunderdome. How do I get in there?
Aunty Entity: That's easy. Pick a fight!

Actually, the fights generally begin after I get in here because, more often than not, that means that Benjamin is coming in here too. Mom calls it the dog run. Whatever you call it, it’s a bunch of crap. The toys sprinkled around don’t fool us. It may be all of the over-stimulation back there that actually makes us hate it. Half of those toys light up and start playing music if you just look at them. At least mom provided us the escape route to climb out of there in the far left corner.

More Natural Than Colored Contacts

I’m told that I get to be the devil this year for Halloween instead of Nicholas.

The 9 Month Stats Are In

The 9 month stats are in:Benjamin:19 pounds and 8 ounces, 27.5 inchesNicholas:18 pounds 12 ounces, 27 inches (Yes, that’s 10th percentile.)They started talking about Nicholas at the appointment and his laundry list of complaints and congratulated him for doing do well. They looked at me, prescribed an antibiotic for an ear infection and gave me an albuterol breathing treatment for my cold. Those little masks come apart pretty quickly when you get your hands on them. Mom had to hold me down while I was strapped in the car seat. I calmed down though when the nice nurse came back in to help. The doctor said that since I responded to the treatment, I am more likely to develop asthma in the future. That doesn’t even make good sense.

The Next Generation

Mom said it is very special that we got this picture of four generations. I thought it was pretty neat when great-grandma let me chew on her cane.

Competing For Affection

Our first competition for a girl’s affection came last weekend. Well, it wasn’t much of a competition really. I think she was much more interested in Benjamin. It must be a blond thing. (Mom tells me to have patience because Bella will likely be a brunette before it’s all said and done.) Uncle Drew said to stay away from her, and I think he meant business. I prefer to ere on the side of caution.