Normal bloggers tend to start a post that is titled with some form of "definition" with a link to or excerpt from some dictionary in an effort to display the diverging idea they had in mind and their verbal prowess (irony is not lost here). However, we all know what adorable means. And we've all heard some form of the phrase "if you look up the defintion of X you'll see a picture of Y".
Well X = "adorable" and Y=
Daed, however, didn't just define the term, he knew how to make you feel it. There was never a time in which I could look at him, including now, and not have a smile on my face and that warm, squishy feeling in my chest.
Of course the little monster did wreak some havoc on my house. In this post there are three pictures of him (or soon shall be) all taken on the same day in a house that I had rented soon after getting the devil dog.
It should be known that this house was brand new. As in I was the first occupant, to the point where I couldn't move in until after the occupancy inspection by the county. The house was obviously in immaculate condition.
I did get what little furniture and the rest of my stuff easily into this place and introduced Daed to his new toy, the house. Noticing that I'm getting sideways onto this rant, I'll leave you with the idea of an 11 month old, 70lb "ball of love wrapped in fur" using the brand spanking new hardwood banister as his latest chew toy. Security de-whats-it?
This, in itself, was not adorable. The look he gave me when I caught him, however, was. If you can remember back to Saturday morning cartoons that were generally voiced by Mel Blanc you may recall the phrase "I'll love him and hug him and squeeze him and call him George". If you're replaying that phrase in your head with slow witted, deep, innocent voice that I am, then you'll know the voice that Daed had (in my head of course) when he looked up from the banister to me with a giant grin saying, "Hi, Dad! Thanks for the toy!"
This was ALWAYS the voice I used for him. "Cookie?! Dad, I'll do your taxes for a cookie" sounds humorous in that voice, and I'm pretty sure that Daed would actually do something with the tax forms if I gave him a cookie. I doubt the auditors would find the same humor in that I did though.
If I could get those auditors to see :
they may just understand why I let it go.
Daed didn't define adorable for me, he made it tangible.
Baby boy, I haven't forgotten about you, I'm just learning to deal.
