Cheeky

Reading is an escape from your day-to-day life.  

You know, the life where you have to wear pants.

Mechanic

Welcome to T. Duggan Auto Repair, where no job is too small.  

 I am your proprietor, Tucker J. Duggan.

There are few problems that cannot be solved by a simple turning of the wheels.  If that fails, banging on the vehicle will do the trick.

I accept all major credit cards, Bitcoins, cash, Cheerios, and pairs of eye glasses (as long as I can personally remove them from your face at least 453 times in a row).

The (Baby) Human Dustbuster

Alternate Titles for This Post:

No Crumb Left Behind

Is That A Piece of Dog Food I See Before Me?

Tuck Duggan & The Glorious Haven of Dog Hair

I don't know if you've heard, and you probably have not since Mommy is too busy taking baths and eating ice cream to transcribe my posts, but I am officially a mobile man.  Yeah, I crawl.  If you've ever seen a movie where there is a guy in the desert who is just about to die of thirst and he's scrabbling on his belly moaning "water," then you should have no problem picturing what I look like when I engage in my army-style crawl around the condo.

Other things I do now:

Ride motorcycles.

 Joyfully accept dog kisses (well, this one isn't new).

 

 Run a construction crew with my cousin Teddy.

Swim with Pop! 

[Note: Mommy is sorry about the poor quality of this photo that makes it look like surveillance of someone in witness protection.  Cameras weren't allowed and like the law-breaking rebel that she is, she snuck a shot with her phone.  The preceding should not be construed as an admission of liability.]

baby teeth

I have 1.5 teeth.  Last night I bit Daddy's toe.  He laughed so I did it again.  It was really funny, but then he said it hurt and put on socks.  Game over.

Splish

Guess who?

Fa La La La La

It was my first Christmas and I discovered the joy of playing with wrapping paper.  So fun!  Who knew?  Although both Mommy and Daddy were battling myriad illnesses, we had a super duper time celebrating with family.  I went to Grammy and Grampy's on Sunday and hung with my cousin Morgan (she drives cars!) and Uncle Jimmy (he has a funny laugh).  It is notable that I was not offered any of the Chinese food, not even the pork strips, which looked delicious.  

Christmas morning I opened presents at home and then we went to Gigi and Pop's house.  I played with my cousins and there was stuff everywhere.  Also, I wore red skinny jeans.  Boom!

 Playing with wrapping paper at Grammy and Grampy's.

Easy Rider.

Under the tree at home I found Charlie, the above-averaged size riding caterpillar. 

I also found a wrapping paper hat.

Things were crazy at Gigi and Pop's on Christmas Day.  There was merriment out the wazzou. 

Getting the group photo of us kids necessitated complex negotiations and some physics.

The excitement wore me out so I took a break.

 Finally!  Mission accomplished.  Happy holidays!

Some things require a professional

In my admittedly limited experience, I have learned that some tasks are perfect for DIY status (that is Do It Yourself for those of you who don't watch HGTV), while others are best left to the experts.  It may go without saying that when I say "expert," I don't mean someone who has watched two videos on YouTube, but rather a person with professional training in a given field.  This issue has been brought into focus for me of late due to Mommy deciding to play stylist and give my hair a trim.  

I look like a dweeb.  A trip to the barber with Daddy is scheduled for Saturday.  Mommy says it just needs to be evened out. Daddy says some things can't be salvaged.

 I will need to wear a hood to maintain my street cred.  Holla.

Pre-haircut, I had a really fun Sunday when my cousins came over.  Uncle Brendan and Teddy had more fun than it looks in this photo.

Scarlett and I were both rockin out in our BC sweatshirts in honor of Andre Williams being named a Heisman finalist.

 Finally- it's Bed Head Thursday and I am psyched about it.  (Note- photo was pre-haircut.  Sigh.)