Tuesday, August 10, 2010


On Saturday, Goobs took his first two unassisted steps, a big moment for Goobs.

Did Goobs take his first two steps of independence towards Daddy, the loving man who helped bring him into this world and who works tirelessly every day so that he has food to eat, a place to sleep and clothes to wear? No, Goobs did not.

Did Goobs take his first two steps to his Mother,  the woman who suffered (and I do mean suffered) for nine months to grow him inside her? Did he walk towards the woman who daily puts up with screams and poop and teething and mess after mess and only returns it all with kisses and hugs and 'I love you's'? No, Goobs did not take his first steps to her either.

Goobs to his first steps to Ernie. The dog. The smelly, loud, gassy, hairy, trash eating dog.

Mommy and Daddy aren't sure what Goobs is trying to tell them about their parenting. Probably best not to think about it.


  1. Good for Ernie! Poor dog.. he deserves some love. He used to be the only kid.

  2. and look at me.. defending Ernie. He is really down and out to have me on his side.

  3. Congrats to the new walker! And the dog, I think...