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Today Epo-chan stopped-by for a visit.

It was a lot of fun.  Did we finally find our babysitter?

Good luck Epo! We’re going to Jamaica!!

Got a note from Japanese Grand Papa (”Jiiji”) in Nagoya.   He and “Baaba” have been obsessed with getting clothes for Layla.  A couple of days ago he apparently spotted a cute little Santa outfit and, without a second thought, whipped out his wallet and snapped it up.

Walking proudly out of the store he noticed that a number of people shopping with dogs in tow.  Looking around he also noticed that the store mannequins were… dog shaped.  He made his way back to the sales counter and asked, tentatively, “This wouldn’t happen to be a dog outfit, would it?”

“Of course” replied the confused sales clerk.

Fortunately Jiiji returned the outfit.

Layla’s first trip to Salem.

I have no idea how she got up there.

Spooky.

Genuine?  Green?  Actually, I’m pretty sure it stands for

GOOD GOD!  THE TOILET IS GROTESQUELY GUSHING GALLONS!

Yes, while I’m for saving the planet and all, I think that the makers of planet-friendly, biogegradable, flushable gDiapers should have a large warning on the box:  May cause toilet to explode at 3am.

Granted, it’s my fault for not reading the instructions.  But then again, I’m a guy.  A guy with a baby.  Like I’m going to read diaper instructions.  If not a warning, the gDiaper people should at least be guy-conscious/guy-friendly and include a picture on the box indicating that the included swizzle stick is for helping the diaper break apart in water; not for ramming vast quantities of diaper down the nether regions of the toilet.

A simple drawing of an angry diaper-prodding guy with a big slash through it would suffice.

Ever since Layla came along, our dog Teddy has been “Uncle Teddy”.  We were a bit worried at first, but he’s been great.  Layla is always the first person to be greeted when we come home.  And when Layla cries, Teddy makes sure to come and get us.  He’s a big, orange furred, over-protective uncle.

But, he does get a little jealous at times.  And when we’re spending too much time focused on little Layla, he’ll occasionally butt in to remind us that he’s there.  Which means we have a lot of snapshots kind of like this:

Sorry Ted!  I’ll pick up a fresh bag of pig ears for you this week.

I’m not sure if this is a something-babies-do thing, or a Layla thing, but lately she has been holding her fists up in a “put up your dukes” pose.  Here the look on her face seems to say “Oh, I am so going to have fun kicking your ass.”

Sixteen years and I could be in big trouble.

Layla is pondering about how best to launch a cutting-edge web 2.0 app running on a Gentoo-based LAMP stack.. even though the management, sales, and technical teams and bickering like alley cats over a puddle of spilt milk.

Either that or she’s trying to figure out where stuffed doggy Julien got off to.
It’s hard to tell.  Same face.

Layla is always in a good mood after getting her diaper changed.

Just like her old man.

Layla (”鈴蘭“) Sue Owens was born on June 9th, 2008 at 3:53 pm weighing 7 pounds, 10 ounces. Mother and baby are doing fine.

(And hopefully baby will never find out that her father thinks she reminds him of the dramatic look prairie dog. )