Cameron "The Count"

Recently, Cameron has started to resemble "The Count" from Sesame Street. If his first words turn out to be....One, ahh, ahh, ahh, Two, ahh, ahh, ahh......then we can confirm there was a mix-up at the hospital. Anyone know a good lawyer?

Owww, my eye..........

Cameron and Tuttie are pretty much inseparable these days. He is not very gentle with her though and fortunately, she is with him. I suppose it's the price you have to pay to the person that's responsible for all of the tasty treats she's gotten lately.

The McCracken Gang

The McCracken Gang got together for a meeting the other day. As you can tell from the picture, Braeden and Ty didn't care for the trash talking Cameron was dishing out with regard to the upcoming Vikings season. Apparently Cameron feels the Packers will fare just fine without #4. Cameron told the McCracken's that the only person that does more crying than them is Brett Favre.

Brusha, Brusha, Brusha.....

Cameron has gotten two new choppers, so we decided it was probably a good idea to brush them. He gets very mad when you try to take the tooth brush away from him though. With the amount of brushing he'd like to do, his little teeth would be nothing but little nubs.

Yo, Yo, Yo, Where My Peeps At?

Considering Tracy and I both hate rap music, we're hoping this isn't a sign of things to come.

Swimmingly.........

It has finally gotten warm enough to go swimming, so we went to Cumberland to enjoy our brief summer. It seems everyone wanted to go swimming including Tuttie. Cameron enjoyed his first time swimming at Great Grandma and Grandpa Cifaldi's house. Considering the water was still fairly cool, we think he did very well. As far as Tuttie, that is a whole different story. We used to take her to the lake to swim B.C. ( before Cameron ), but now it's too much of a hassle keeping tabs on her as well as watching a baby. So, to spite us, she decided to do a little goose hunting in the lake behind Grandma & Grandpa Rydberg's house. The picture doesn't do justice to how much filth was on her. I was attempting to light the grill when I heard a huge splash and frantic honking. I ran down to the lake, yelling for Tuttie, but didn't see any sign of her. The geese were casually swimming toward the middle of the lake by this time and I thought she may have gotten tangled in some weeds and drowned. After what seemed like 5 minutes, but was probably more like one minute, I heard some rustling in the cat tails. She seemed a little confused and was no worse for wear despite being filthy. Needless to say, the geese never came back. Thank God!