I like pirates. Always have, always will. I even have a pirate flag hanging in my office behind my desk (and while you may find this weird, just think about it. "Mr. Acuff, which desk is yours," the confused and sometimes naive student asked. And the response..."I'm the pirate!").
Tammie, on the other hand, tolerates my fascination with all things pirate (it's not an obsession...yet!). Don't get me wrong, she likes the "Pirates of the Caribbean" movies, but she's no Errol Flynn (look it up!). Anyway, to make a long story short, when I found out that we were having a baby (and especially a baby girl!) I began a long (and sometimes painful...Tammie can scream pretty loud when she wants me off the computer) search to find a diaper bag that I could carry and still retain some masculinity.
Hours (okay, minutes) later I found the diaper bag of my dreams...PIRATES! Skulls and crossbones to be exact, but perfection in a baby product. I had to have it.
So again, to make a long story short ("Too late!" Name the movie reference here. The winner gets to babysit...for free!) Tammie had a baby shower this last weekend. Tangent: and thank you to everyone for a wonderful party for Tammie and all the special gifts. Both of us really appreciate everything! (Now back to our blog post already in progress...) This was Tammie's day, but in one of her many generous and caring moments, she got me a present...
My very own Pirate Diaper Bag!(I'm going to be the COOLEST dad! What daughter wouldn't want a land pirate for a dad?!)
P.S. -- my mom didn't want to get me this fabulous product. She was looking out for Little Baby Acuff, and I understand (something about humiliation and getting beat up...I don't know if she was talking about me or Little Baby Acuff). I still love you, mom (but I'm keeping the bag!).
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