Fashion show

Today I had pictures taken by Lisa Haney. This is by far the life for me. While daddy takes ok pictures, the level of effort is just not there. Lisa on the other hand is high fashion. I've never tried on so many things in such a short time, and you know what, I was work'n them all. I looked fabulous! An hour with her and I was ready to run the town with Carrie, Miranda, Samantha, and Charlotte.

Once the fashion shots are all off the cutting room floor and fit to print I'll post links. If you talk to my agent (aka mom) I may even be able to get you a super secret login where you can buy all the Teagan wall art your home can hold.

My Favorite Glamor Shot

Day of Many Hurdles

I had many firsts today, some of them fun and some of them not so much. Since the reading skills of my readers are quite varied, I've presented two versions of my day for those of you to enjoy. For you readers out there that prefer your reading material to serve double duty as a doorstop, I have included the novella version. For those of you that can't spell anymore due to T9 and have the attention span of a flea, I have the Twitterific version.

Twtrifc v2.0
1st ER visit -> 1st AAA w8t -> Home.
2nd ER visit -> fire at Hospitl -> Home WO Mommy.
Hot@Home -> Cry Cry Cry -> 1st day alone W Daddy.
Mommy get sonogram -> Mommy get anesthesia -> Mommy get D&C
1st Walmrt trp -> Cry Cry Cry -> Pick up Medicn 4 Mommy.
Stay up All night W daddy -> 1st formula -> Cry Cry Cry

Novella v1.0
Mommy woke up bleeding pretty bad and after calling the doctor, Daddy took Mommy and I to the Emergency Room at Mercy for a checkup. On a side note: The new emergency room at Mercy is pretty impressive! Nice job Mercy Nuns! After getting admitted, the valet informed us our car broke down and was blocking the emergency room entrance, so Daddy had to call AAA while Mommy got checked out my the on duty nurses. The nurses didn't find anything too out of the norm so they sent us home... well sent us to lobby while daddy battled with security who was going to tow the car since AAA showed up and left without looking at the vehicle. Luckily, my cute little mug won the day and the mean security guy relented, and AAA came back for another swing and got us started. So ended my First trip to the ER.

As soon as we got home, mommy started bleeding even faster, so the ob/gyn on call sent us back to Mercy for a sonogram. Daddy, being a smart daddy, decided to take his car instead of the Jeep, also because it is cooler (since it sports a ski rack :-)). While we waited in the ER for Mommy to get checked out, a plethora of alarms and sirens went off to let us know the main building of the hospital was on fire. Fire trucks and emergency vehicles galore came and the buildings all went on lock down. As it turns out, someone decided hospital halls are a good place to light up some Marlboros! I, however, am unfazed by such trivialities and slept the event away in my carrier while mommy worried as mommies all do.

I think the alarms triggered Mommy's defense instinct, so she sent daddy home with me and Grandma came to stay with Mom in the ER. As the sonograms would later show us, I left some of my escape tools in her belly and poor mommy would need an anesthetic nap and a D&C to clear the materials away. Naps are fun though right? It also meant that Dad and I would have an afternoon together at home YAY!

Let me change that to BOO! Nap time meant a surgery for mommy which is not a fun nap. Another big BOO because the hospital was air conditioned and home was not. A hot house combined with having to eat formula for the first time made me a cranky poo! Later on my crankiness continued while daddy had to go to Walmart to pick up medicine for mommy. Yet again my cuteness stole the show though as some lady offered dad her two older kids in exchange for me. I've thus learned that if you are beautiful, you can act up and still get what you want :-).

Mommy was pretty tired when Grandma brought her home, so she went to sleep for the night while dad and I stayed up for some late night tv. Lucky for him, there was a marathon session of Men in Black on the tube (or infomercials). By morning mom and I were both well rested and doing well... and daddy well he could recite MIB by heart, what a cool talent!

Over all quite the challenging day, but it all turned out alright. I'm glad mom is ok and dad, well quoting MIB is the least of that man's issues.

A Quick Photo Update

At least for the time being, the kitten has given up the USB cable so I thought I'd share these shots from a few days ago.


Passed out next to Dad


Uncle Dave comes for a visit

Things I learned: Week 1

I've learned quite a bit over the past week and thought I'd share a few of the highlights for you:

1.) If anyone tries to take off your clothes, scream like bloody hell. (Dad is so proud)

2.) There is nothing like a snack at midnight, breakfast at 1AM, a light meal at 3AM, and bunch of snacks between 4-6 and a nice filling dinner at 8am. They say splitting up a few large meals into several smaller meals during the day night is the key to a trim waist line. I've checked this one off on week 1!

3.) My uncle Dave is pretty fun! I'll post a pick of his visit once I find out where Finnegan the cat hid the USB cable for the camera.

4.) I'm pretty sure my furry friends Greer and Stowe do not know what to make of me. Wait till they see what tricks I have in store for them in the future (pulled ears, frayed tails... I'm going to have so much fun terrorizing them.) Call it revenge for constantly wanting to sniff and lick me all over HOW RUDE!

5.) Sleeping on mom or dad's belly is just about the most comfortable way to sleep in the world. Pretty sure if they let me, i could sleep there all day.

At Midnight the Monster Comes

Some of you out there may think you know my parents Tim & Andrea. I certainly look a bit like both of them, but I'm here to tell you sadly they are not my parents. My true parents are a wolf and a truffle pig. Don't think so? I may be cute and cuddly during the day, but at night my true heritage shows through. Once the moon is in the sky, I like to howl as loud as I can until food is brought to me by my servants 'Mom & Dad'. And once food is near let me tell you... I snort and sniff and scrunch up my face like my truffle pig brethern. You'll never see me act this way when the sun is out, because i've quickly learned that the cuter I look, the more presents and affection I get. I save my true form for the twilight hours where I exert my true power over the parental units who are helpless under my grasp. Some day I may get to meet my true parents but for now I've got myself one hell of a great setup going.

Party in Room 4036

We are partying it up in room 4036! There are balloons, flowers, stuffed bears, and all kinds of Grandpa spoilage. Though I think my parents are getting tired and are about to crash the party, I can guarantee everyone that there will be an after party at 11PM, 2AM, 5AM, and 8AM because... well I'm a party machine and can't get enough. If you can get by all the post visiting hours security guards (i like to call them party poopers) and can make it past the maternity nurses (i like to call them the pooper scoopers), feel free to stop by at any of the above parties. I'm sure Andrea and Tim (alias Mom & Dad) would not mind at all. :-)

Some shots from tonite's party:

Grandpa Gary thinks its funny to show off my bald head. I'm counting hairs pal and I might have more than you!


Aspiring Tonite Show Host... I have Grandpa Gary in stitches


Uncle Dan telling me some good stories about how i'll be golfing soon

Popparazzi!?

Who knew my escape would bring so many people hoping to snap a candid shot. It seems wherever I go, someone jumps out with a fancy shmancy camera they probably snapped up from Best Buy for Christmas and left on the shelf to collect dust. I can't get time with any of my Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents, or immediate family without someone thinking they are gonna land the next ET cover. 8 hours out of my old home and I already need a vacation.

Some evidence from the "photojournalists":

The Champion of my Escape


Grandpa Ron searching for a smile


Grandma caught me sticking my tongue at the photographer


Aunt Jenny saying hi before her trip


The journalistas think getting me in their own shot will make them famous

Free as a bird

My escape was a rousing success! At 1:17pm, all 8lbs 9oz of me was able to squeeze it's way out of the tunnel I had so carefully mapped out. Lucky I'm not claustrophobic though.... That tunnel just barely fit my cute little butt! One thing's for certain though, I am totally looking forward to the bath and massage coming my way.

I'm moving out!

My landlord has failed to upgrade my residence despite my angered protests and repeated poundings on the floor. I am leaving these cramped dwellings and venturing out to find a new abode. I am NOT going to leave notice and I don't care about my security deposit! In fact the next time I meet this ghetto fab slum lord I plan on screaming in her face.