Hip-Hip Huzzah!
–or–“I’ve, like, got a note from a pastor and that’s totally as good as one from a doctor, right? I apologize for the lack of posting that has plagued the blog since Thursday. Wife, child, future child and I have…
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Daddy’s Little Helper
Gettin’ all suited up and ready to grill: On go the mitts.
Incoming!
That’s right, ladies and gents: Numero Dos is on the way, and boy ain’t he/she a beaut? (We’re going to be surprised as to the sex as we were with Will). Baby is healthy, although the ultrasound tech said they’re…
Our Own Southern Strategery
Last week was a week full of fun, family, friends, frivolity and lots of driving. Brad has already admirably covered our brief stint in Norf Caruhlienuh, so I will decline to comment upon it except to note that I look…
“Inconvenience”, Through The Eyes Of A Toddler
I came home yesterday to find that my township, in a fit of civic brilliance, had decided to start a road infrastructure improvement project. Directly. Outside. My House. Now, while this is a wonderful thing (once everything is complete) it…
I’m Living In The Wrong State
Evidence just keeps cropping up that my wife is right and I simply need to bite the bullet and move to Texas. It’s culturally, legally and politically far more amenable to those of my particular persuasions. For example, the state…
My Son: An Orator Of Singular Talent
Will has been getting increasingly verbal in the past couple of months, but unfortunately, it’s of a peculiar sort. He has said “kitty”, “cup”, “ball”, “truck” and a host of other words, but each and every one only once. The…
When Even Onomatopoeia Fails
My heart was in my throat as I sat in a rather uncomfortable chair, ears straining for the slightest sound. The woman swept the probe back and forth, seeking some sonic purchase. Will shifted uncomfortably, but silently in my lap,…
Third Time’s A Charm, If By “Charm” I Meant “Having Our House Eaten To The Ground By Filthy Winged Freaks”
My household’s run-ins with termites have been well-documented here. I say this because, like Punxsutawney Phil and the Easter Bunny, they’re back for their yearly emergence. Except this time, the exterminators are coming over immediately, as, and I am not…
Bloody Weather, Part Deuce
It’s been a rough few Nor’easter-fueled days at the ol’ Stewart homestead, I tell you whut. Sometime Sunday evening, the water rose high enough in our basement to snuff the pilot light on our hot water heater. The water only…
