What are We Doing Wrong?

Our wits are being tested again--Saturday, Roc woke up, had a bottle and joined Jala2 and me in bed, all happy happy. Next thing we know, milk's shooting out of his mouth and all over us (well, mostly mom). Then about half an hour later, Roc let loose a stream of liquid poo that no earthly diaper could contain. Wash, rinse and repeat about every two hours for the rest of the weekend. Haven't we been through this before not too long ago?

Could be another fun week. Hey Freddy's, better stock up on that Pedialyte.

OK NO

I have no words for the disgust this whole episode elicits, except for this: in a way, I'm proud of the city for saying "fuck you, no longer will we allow ourselves to be shaken down anymore!" We would not play that game, and get cowed into footing the lion's share of the bill for a new arena.

So the NBA has taken their ball and wants to leave. No suprise, the billionaire community won't turn on its own, at least until someone comes along with a better deal. And let's be real, Oklahoma City, you are the "rebound girl" in this scenario.

As a lifelong Supes fan, I'm incredibly saddened by the way this went down. I'm not hardcore by any means, but this team has been a part of my life as long as I can remember. So very sad.

Cause I Live and Breathe This Philadelphia Freedom

Ok the plan's set, we're heading east for a week in June. First we'll be in Philly w/Nik and JayBay, then off to Point Pleasant. Jerzee Shore y'all! Then we'll hop the train and head to NYC to visit Ame and the rest of the crew...

Thank goodness for the government and their stimulus checks.

Is this a Daddy Blog now?

Sorry.

Happy Birthday Taco!

Thanks to Aunt Nic and Uncle J for the new shirt, which has Yoda and the caption "Size Matters Not," in case you can't tell.

We gave him a haircut last night and man, does he look old or what? We tried to maintain the shaggy Noel Gallagher rockstar look but couldn’t quite pull it off. Now it’s more Noel Coward. Not that there’s anything wrong with being a British dandy…

So, Roc, how does it feel to be 1? Seems like you’re handling it fine. Me, it brings out my sentimental side, which you probably don’t care to see. Well, screw you, this is my blog, so here’s the highlights of the last 366:

You came into this world 2 weeks early, announcing your intentions by breaking mom’s water in the middle of a doctor’s exam, right there on the table. It was on a Monday. Don’t worry, they said, first babies never come on time…pfft. 15 hours later you arrived with a wide-eyed, curious expression that seemed to say “What the hell is going on here?” You still do that, and I hope you never outgrow it.

From day one you were an easygoing kid. On your baptism day/your mom and my wedding day you got passed around all afternoon and barely heard a peep from you. I had get on the PA to ask where you were.

You laughed for real for the first time on Father’s Day. Best. Present. Ever.

We took you on your first plane ride for Nic and JayBay's wedding. Not that you’d remember, since you slept the whole time. Coughbenadrylcough.

We took you for your second plane ride to Florida to visit your Lolo and Lola B. The little girl behind us was excited to go to Disney World until we actually took off. She didn’t like the noises and shaking, getting more and more upset until, finally, she screamed “I DON’T WANNA GO TO DISNEY WORLD ANYMOOOORE!” That made the whole plane laugh.

Your mom once asked me what is the one thing I’m looking forward to the most, and my answer was “To play catch with my son.” I know, it’s right out of Field of Dreams, but I always really enjoyed doing the same with my dad.

Goo makes you laugh, for some reason. She doesn’t like you very much, however.

Every day there seems to be something new going on. You’re standing up by yourself pretty good now, and will probably be walking very soon. What then? How soon before you realize that there’s a big world out there, bigger than just me and your mom? I want you to find out what it's all about, yet I don't at the same time. That means you're growing up, and I'm not quite ready for that to happen yet.

We love you, little man.

Mom and Dad