Summer Camp

Also known as time spent at Gammy and Gampy's. The little old man has spent the bulk of the summer with my parents because I've been putting in long hours at the new job and traveling for work. Am hoping to have him back home very soon. Though I already feel sad for him because other than toast or microwave popcorn, I haven't prepared a single thing in my kitchen in months, unlike the world where my parents feed him from the table every day. Perhaps this why my little old man was less than thrilled to see me. That and I gave him a bath and cleaned his ears. No love for the mum.

So sweepy...

Sometimes little old men get so sweepy that they can't quite make it into bed...

For Juanita :)

Through no fault of his own, the little old man's blog has been a bit neglected as of late. As duly noted by my brother and the adorable Juanita. I got laid off in March, and while Buster and I spent practically every waking moment together (much to his delight, Mum's home, endless treats!), I couldn't quite motivate myself to chronicle it. But nevertheless, I've found myself gainfully employed again, and well, the wee one never ceased to be ridiculously adorable through it all, and quite honestly cheered me up when I was feeling quite sad about life. And when all else fails, he's excellent to have around to sort through the recyclables for dairy products.