There have been several nights in which the phrase "OH NO! You troll baby...." can be heard emanating from the nursery in the CPK household. Usually this means BabyCPK went #1 or #2 either during that sweet spot where the old diaper is off and the new one is on its way, or into a brand new diaper after she is completely changed.
To be honest, we knew she was a troll from the beginning. She deliberately , or so it seemed to me, closed her legs during the ultrasound and the tech could not determine the gender. We had to schedule another and came back for that to be completed. What she didn't know is we had to pay for that second ultrasound, so that came outta your college fund kiddo (jk, jk)
She thinks that is SO hilarious.
Now, 10 years ago, calling your baby a troll would have gotten some pretty dirty looks and some concerned bystanders. Now? It means something completely different thanks to new language that was created thanks to the internet and gaming industry
Calling our baby a troll is not the only indication that our household may be a little more geeky than average.
Because of Breaky's casting and streaming schedule and my going back to work, we had to become creative. For those times where he is not casting or traveling for events, he actually has been streaming with BabyCPK in what we have been calling his "Dad Shirt"
Officially called the "Lalabu Dad Shirt" it has probably been one of the best gifts I have ever gotten Breaky for Valentine's Day.
Tune in to BreakyCPK's stream at twitch.tv/breakycpk while he rocks being a Gamer Dad.
Next would be the nursery. And yes, in the right hand corner is a Portal Cube. The same one we used at our wedding
A few prints I got from Etsy!
Tetris Print: Wall Love Designs
Yoda Print: Fox Grove Designs
And yes, Breaky has started teaching me Magic: The Gathering. Because this little peanut refuses to not be held, she was involved too.
BabyCPK saying "Starting attack phase!"
Now, I could go on and on and on about the struggles of being a parent and then go on and on more about the joys of being a parent. Like the double edged sword of constant baby snuggles (which are the best after being at work for 8+ hours) but only because she doesn't like being put down. Or how many goddamn diapers we have gone through, or the untold perils of breastfeeding. But, this is not a Mommy Blog. Not that I have any qualms with Mommy Blogs, heck, several have been a huge help throughout this whole thing. But the world has it's fair share of Mommy Blogs.
Bonus smiling baby picture