Rock=Cool as the other side of the pillow

Things have been picking up around the homestead lately. Rock is getting lightning fast around the house, DeAndra's job is going great and I recently won the Super Bowl behind my running back's 184 yards receiving(!) and 122 yards rushing. Pretty exciting stuff. Rock is starting to realize that his life is buzzing right along, and so he is starting to realize that he will need to document his awesomeness before Stone or Pebbles comes along to steal some of his attention. Since his wisdom is so enormous, he decided to start using a camera. This way he can get 1000X as much chronicled compared to making his Mom transcribe his insights. Why 1000X? Because a picture is worth a thousands words, of course.


One of the downsides of being so awesome is that being awesome isn't free. We are making him pick up extra shifts around the house, on top of the normal stuff he does around here. You know, instead of just pulling books off of the shelves and soaking them in spit he can also vacuum the living room.





Rock seems to be realizing that he isn't genetically predisposed to succeed in basketball, so he is starting to shift his focus onto another sport. Unfortunately for our little guy his new sport isn't going to do him any favors either.


One piece of Rock's awesomeness that is consistently overlooked is the guy's little carseat. His plastic molded throne has been for Rock since day-one. It's endured pee-attacks, poop bombs and spit-up nun chucks without missing a beat. So, here's to you, cheap plastic throne of awesomeness.




There are these magical, mysterious things that have captured DeAndra's obsession. Rock has tried to understand the allure of these objects, but just can't seem to understand why she loves them and needs to have so many of them.