Diva's

No, this is not my leg. 

It is though the leg of Joe, my son in law, and the Daddy of my two *Dueling Diva's, aka Ava and Emma. 

Joe had knee surgery to repair an injury sustained from flag football.  Joe usually runs an eye-popping 9.4 40, but as he was chasing down a 2 year old doing a blistering 8.9 40, the turf monster caught his leg, and POP!, there went the ACL.  He has been somehow been living in pain with it for 2 years?, and finally had the surgery done this week.  He's already talking smack about taking on Usain Bolt!

*Please do not steal this DD name.  I am working on a new reality show; "The Dueling Diva's".  Since TV seriously will make a show about anything; seriously, a show is on now about leftover junk in a storage building. I think it is called storage wars?  And another show is about crackheads vs. methheads. I think it is called aerial Oklahoma or burial Arkansas?  So, why shouldn't I be able to sell the show Dueling Diva's, and cast my own granddaughters as the stars?

 

 

Yesterday morning, I had the opportunity to turn a work morning into some 1 on 1 time with my Diva's.  Here is Ava in Cowboy black and orange, and Emma in Cowboy orange and black.  It's OSU game day!  Daddy Joe was already propped up in bed watching ESPN Game Day, so it was a great time to steal the Diva's away for some private time with Paps.

 

Upon arrival, Spaz makes like lighting out of the door and sets a new long jump record by leaping 34 yards into my arms, and then recreates her Pappy awarded "best bear hug and lip kiss of the year award".  Oh my gosh that felt good; I have missed these girls so much, not been able to see them for 2, maybe 3 weeks.  It's been a long time.

 

Shortly after, Ava is making the beeline for me, and I have to put Spaz down so that I can greet my Monster with big hugs and kisses too.  I'm holding Ava, squeezing her so hard she is gasping for breath (did I just hear her rib crack?), and Spaz is clinging to my leg so tightly that she just became a human tourniquet.  It is an amazing feeling to get this kind of love from my girls.  Wow, I was ecstatic.  Melted butter.  They were going to get anything they wanted this morning . . .

 

 

 

 

Our first stop was breakfast at the McDonald's of Collinsville.  (We were on our way to see a customer in the same city and deliver steaks for their new Outdoor Living Space that we had just completed construction on.)

 

The girls had just finished their first breakfast about 30 minutes ago.  But, in the words of WP "it no matter".  It has never been said that these girls don't know how to eat.  They feast like a Fournier, as I have been known to consume quantities of food so large that it embarrasses those eating with me as my dinner guests . . .

 

Fortunately for the girls, despite being big eaters, they have such a high metabolism that they burn it off and have quite the svelte body shape for their age.  I on the other hand fight constantly to keep the 10,000 calorie a day diet from making me look like a sumo wrestler.

 

The 3 of us emptied the food bins, and an hour later when we were done eating our own version of the McDonald's Big Breakfast (I had to go back and order more food for seconds, as the first round was not enough), it was time for the playground.  It felt like 7 years of my life had passed while watching them on the playground, but actually, it was only 40 minutes.  They had a blast, and are seen here in one of their many stops to the hand wiping stand using sanitizing wipes.  Let's just say that these playgrounds would not pass muster with many germophobe Mom's. 

 

 

 

Our day together ended shortly after lunch at McDonald's.  No way would I have ever picked this place for lunch after having had breakfast.  But, the girls get whatever they want, and they pleaded with me for McDonald's.  Because they wanted the pac-man thing in the Justice kids meal that they saw at breakfast.  Oh my, what incredible marketing.  The food for the most part tastes horrible, but hook those little suckers early on the playground and trinkets in their happy box, and you've got customers for life.

 

This is a picture of Emma enjoying her 20 nuggets for $5.  She didn't leave a fry.  Didn't touch the apples, and downed 2 diet Dr. Pepper's. 

 

I asked Ava what she was going to dress up for at Halloween.  She told me Dracula.  Here is her impression of his fangs.  Quite creative actually.

 

 

 

I say it frequently, but it has no less meaning.  I am a blessed man. 

 

My 5 hours with these Diva's made my day.  I love you girls!

 

- Pappy

 

 



 

WP: Our Male Model

 

Will Parker (WP), age 6. 

His first modeling job.

 

He has his momma's eyes, nose and skin color, his Daddy's hair and eyebrows,

his Pappy's ears, his Pappy's smirk, and a Kueny body (long and lean).

 

We think his head shape/size comes from the Hajducek side,

but when all the parts of his DNA were mixed together; God made one beautiful little boy.

 

He is just as sweet, tender, and kind as the images in this picture.  So merciful.  So soft spoken.

 

Behind these images though is 100% boy (other than being able to talk to girls). 

He is super shy around the little chicks that wish he would talk to them

(but he has his younger brother Romeo, I mean oMike, to do the talking for him).

 

But when it comes to baseball, football, basketball, bowling,

golf ~ he loves them all, plays them all, and is good at them all. 

 

He loves to go to Bass Pro, fish, camp, and swim for crabs on the beach!

 

I love you Will Parker, and hope you get many more modeling jobs!

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If you wish to book WP for your next photo shoot, contact me for scheduling.