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First and Second Christmases

This is my very first Christmas present in my whole life. How many people can say that? I realize how special this is. I’m not telling you what it is though. I’m saving that for a future post. It’s just too important to lump in with this one. Sorry for the mystery.

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I’m going to go ahead and skip around here. I had my first Christmas with the Vis crew on the 23rd and my second Christmas with the Draayer tribe on the 25th. Yes, I know. I am wearing fancy shirts for both Christmases. Mommy prepped me about Christmas and how it’s so special and stuff. In response I picked out my two most shnazy button shirts and even laid them out on the crib the night before so they’d be less bumpy.

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Hmmm…I just noticed this. I seem to be matching Mommy on both Christmases. We could pretend that it was an accident. But, let’s be honest here. I know that mommies are in high demand, and I know my mommy is a keeper. Therefore, I always try to match my clothes to Mommy’s. I’m even willing to change if I see that we don’t go together. I guess you could say it’s my way of telling the other baby-men to back off and find their own mommy. This one’s stayin’ with me.

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Me and Daddy were minding our own business and enjoying the blazing fire when all of a sudden I turn around and there’s this 6 ft tall snowguy making stink eyes at me. I have to admit that I was intimidated at first. Give me some credit, I’ve never seen a snowguy before. How am I supposed to know who’s the alpha guy in this situation?

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I quickly looked back at Daddy, he gave me the “follow my lead” wink and we proceeded to show the snowguy exactly who’s in charge. Please don’t think I’m a meanie. When I say stink eye, I mean stiiiiiiink eye. He wasn’t giving me hug eyes – let me repeat – stink eye. A baby-man has to do what a baby-man has to do. Look the next time you see a 6 ft. tall snowguy and he lets you have the first choice from the cookie jar, you can thank me for setting the tone for all future snowguy/babyman interactions.

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I really didn’t want to, but everyone begged and begged me to play piano so that they could sing Christmas carols. I ended up giving in. I started to get really into it. When I get to that stage in my musicing I make this oh so serious “I’m a cool musicplayer” face. It lets people know that not only am I a talented piano player, but I’m an artist as well.

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Well, I invited that best friend of mine, Jabel Mustice, to come to my Christmases. I don’t know why he’s wearing that bow on his head. I bet he didn’t even know it was there. Some might think he looks kinda girly, but I think the bow makes him look extra handsome and courageous. I don’t know many baby-men who would be willing to let another guy’s mommy decorate his head.

Oh, by the way, I let him borrow my shirt when he opened presents. He showed up to our house in a t-shirt cause he didn’t realize how special Christmases are. After I sat him down and explained everything, he was so embarrassed. I just had to help a friend out.

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Brrrrrr!

I know I know, I live in California. Why could I possibly need a scarf? I just want you to know, that this was a legitimate scarf day. It was practically blizzardish. Obviously it was cold since I’m wearing it over my nose and not just loose and stylishly around my neck.

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Guy time

Last week I got to hang out with one of my favorite buddies, Evan. The daddies decided that it would be good for us to have a little cuddle time. Ya know what, guys? That’s sweet.

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Buuuuuut,, you can only be sugar and molasses for so long. Then you have to start breaking a sweat again. I said, “Pssssst. Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Evan grinned, and we both screamed out at the top of our lungs, “Tackle football!!!”

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The coin toss is a serious matter. This is the only time you have to size up your opponent. I know what you’re thinking – Abel, you’re twice his size. What do you have to worry about? Look. Don’t underestimate the Evanator. He might be compact, but will you look at the size of those thighs? He’s not going to catch me napping. I’m on to him.

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Despite the smell of competition all around us, I knew I needed to step up as the older baby-man. Even if you want to win, you can still be a good sport. I like to break the ice with a good old fashioned high five. Don’t think Evan’s being a meanie. He did respond. It’s just takes him a while being a baby-baby and all.

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I didn’t want to say this, but I’m going to go ahead anyway. Yeah, I let him have the first tackle. I just wanted him to start the game out feeling encouraged.

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Then it got ugly. Evanator, isn’t there a rule that you can’t tackle someone two times in a row?

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I ended up calling a time out. I just really needed a team huddle with myself to get pumped up again.

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In my huddle I decided that every good man needs another man by his side. So, we asked the daddies to join in. I do seem to be at the bottom of the tackle again, but that’s just because I always have the ball. I do lots of crazy and tricky things. I would tackle me too if I were on the other team.

Let me take this opportunity to give you a few pointers on dog piles.

1. You never know when someone might be taking your picture. Always be ready with a smile.

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2. At the same time, you need to balance your smiles out with rugged football faces like this one. It makes for a good newspaper picture.

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3. Always, always remember to stop and smell the roses. For example, I was so busy being tackled and making the appropriate faces that I almost missed this so cool blade of grass in front of me. Thankfully I did see it and spent the necessary time enjoying it.

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Shades of Abel

It’s been 11 months now, and I feel like I can be myself with my readers. I’m not all toughness and muscles. I have a soft side too. Believe it or not, sometimes I get nervous and uneasy. Take last Saturday for example. Mommy put me on a swing all by myself – no harness, no carseat, not even a seatbelt – nothin’!

I’ll be honest. I had a couple reservations. But sometimes you have to face your fear.

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I found that a good way to push through is with the help of a little bit of lower lip. It’s pretty cushy, so I’m able to bite down as little or as much as I need.

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Pretty soon I actually started to like it. Excitement….cue the tongue. I can’t help it. It’s my involuntary happy response.

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At the end of it all, I was pretty proud of myself.

Pictured here: That one smile you get when you know you did something really grand, don’t want others to see how proud you are, but it’s just so hard to hold it back.

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Paparazzi

I really can relate to all those movie stars. I may be cute. I may be fancy. But, please can’t a baby-man get a little privacy here and there?

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Mugshots

Me and the fam are going to Uganda in January. We all know what that means. Passports. And passports mean passport pictures. My passport lasts five years, so I felt a lot of pressure to portray Abel now and Abel future. Here’s what I came up with.

Abel now:
1. I didn’t let my teeth show so that I’d look extra baby.
2. I resisted the urge to spike my hair.
3. I drank a little extra milk so that my cheeks could be extra baby chubby.

Abel future:
1. I wore a t-shirt with a pirate on it. Unfortunately, the picture didn’t display the entire pirate. Anyway, onsies are for babies and t-shirts are for 2-5 year olds.
2. I did the driver’s license picture trick. If you don’t know that one, put this in your arsenal for next time. Simply turn your head away from the camera. Have the photographer count to three, flip your head around, and smile like you accidentally got caught having a wonderful day. My auntie Kimmy taught me that one. All that to say, it made me look older cause I did an older person trick.
3. I made sure to cue my cheek dimple. I thought this could double as a wrinkle, and that will definitely help in making me look 2-5.

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Man Wear

Daddy and I decided to wear hats today. There are several reasons for this none of them being the sun.

1. We had a manly task ahead of us. There’s just something about putting a hat on and putting some water underneath your armpits that makes you feel like you’re really working hard.
2. Sometimes we like to match so that we can tell the rest of the family that we’re the boys, and we gotta stick together.
3. Our aforementioned manly task was spontaneous. We needed to leave right away and didn’t have time to tame our unruly man hair.

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This is my tired smile debut. Of course I do it all the time, but my faithful readers have never had the privilege of meeting it. May I present to you Mr. Sleepy Happy Guy.

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