The Big Tuna at 2 Years...

If you know Becca or me, you will quickly come to the realization the we have a (ahem) healthy obsession with our dog, Bear. And there are more than enough reasons for the infatuation. Well, today is Bear's 2nd birthday. He spent it like any other day...

(snoring)

We got Bear from a breeder near Dayton roughly three months after we got married. He flew down on Delta to Pensacola, which he didn't care for very much. Once we finally got out of the airport and opened the kennel's door, he wouldn't come out. Who could blame him? I'd be terrified if the first thing I saw was my face, too. We pulled him out of the cage at 8 weeks old and 20 lbs. Now, at 2 years old, he weighs 160+ lbs (all muscle). I'm not gonna lie (and I'm obviously not biased whatsoever), but he is easily the best dog in the history of the world.

Here are some pictures of Bear's first night with us...






Some highlights...


Before he kicked the habit...



And our Bear today...



So, once again, Happy Birthday, Mr. Bear, may there be more wonderful years to come.

I was canceled again today, so I should probably attempt to study for tomorrow. Once of these days I'll get back in the air.

'Til we meet again...

3 weeks?

I really did abandon my blog there for awhile! I know at least one person reads this. Thanks, Dad.

Nothing really changed from the post 3 weeks ago...I'm still waiting on my NATOPS checkrides. I've been canceled 7 out of my last 9 attempts at flying a helicopter. WTF is with this weather?! We're still dealing with the idiots to get a firm closing date on the new house. Preggo came back from Dayton with even more baby clothes to add to our already overflowing collection.

Just got done watching American Gladiators. It's incredibly overproduced and scripted, but we still can't not watch it. It's our Monday night family hour before I come back to the cave and study (more). Looks like Wolf is gonna get bulldozed next week.

An incident occurred last night that made Preggers feel, in her own words, that "Christmas was canceled." It's sad that we know this, but there are six Bears (Newfoundlands) on Coronado, and one family a couple blocks away has two of them. Preggo walks by there daily (like a creepy stalker) with Mr. Bear to see if they are out so that the Bears can (in her mind) meet and be BFFs, as the kids say. Well, last night after getting back from BW3s in Temecula (a whole other story), we walked by and the two bears were out. Needless to say, Preggers was extremely excited and we made a beeline for them. Bear strolls right on up to them, and within five feet the two other Newfies blow up barking and growling and all that other crap. So I held Bear back, while I think Preggo was holding her tears back. And our Mr. Bear is so much better looking.
We had to go our separate ways, and I think a little something died inside Ole' Preggers when our Newfies didn't get along very well. Maybe they just have to warm up to each...

And then I found $5...

When the Cat's away, the Mice will...

...do absolutely nothing, which the cat may argue is what normally happens.

Preggo left yesterday to go back to Dayton for her baby shower. She'll be gone for a week, which originally would've been a good deal because I've got my NATOPS stage coming up (biggest part of the FRS). But because of a combination of helicopters not liking to work, the marine layer, and a pregnant wife with low blood sugar, I've been canceled 5 out of my last 6 flights. I'll never be one to complain about having time off, but the house is empty except for Mr. Bear, and it's raining out, so I'm definitely not succumbing to his whining and taking him on a stroll. I'm not saying it's nice having a wife around all the time, I'm just saying. Though I don't miss the baby shows that are constantly on in our house.

Belly Picture Monday

Preggers makes me take a picture of her belly progress every two weeks, and if I don't comply, she assaults me with the bump. Needless to say, she is smuggling a basketball under her shirt. This whole having a kid thing is getting real.









For those of you don't know, the little alien in her belly is going to be a boy. I had a flight the day we found out and when I got home, she didn't say a word and just showed me this ultrasound.

"Is that a twig and berries?" (Edited)

I didn't know I had it in me.

Preggo aptly saved this photo as 'money shot' on la computadora (that's Spanish for the computer).