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The First Week

Dooce writes her monthly letters to Leta —she’s somewhere close to month sixty by this point—and they always make me think, how much is there to say ? I mean, really. Month after month. Sure there are the important milestones—they start walking, they learn to speak, they come home wasted for the first time—but between these big moments I figure there’s just a lot of the same thing over and over and over again. Well, we’ve had Teddy for a week today, and I realize that the real question is, what do I have to leave out? How much can I tell before I lose everyone’s interest except my own? All complicated further by the fact that my time comes in drips and drabs. Two minutes at a time, maybe five if I'm lucky, before I'm off to deal with another blown out diaper, or off to give a bit of love to the cats (who feel so neglected they've learned to ride bicycles and speak French just to catch our attention). And damn. I've been sitting here staring at the screen, burning dayli


Just a quick post (and two days late) to say that Humpy is Humpy no more. Let me introduce Teddy. Legally, he's Edward, but we're calling him Teddy because that's the way we roll. I'm remarkably tired and I don't have that many more coherent sentences in me, so I'll end it here for now. The short version is: Sarah did an amazingly job throughout a very long birth, and Teddy's an awesome little guy More to come...

This Vs. This

I've got a twenty dollar bet going with Sarah. The last time I made one of these, it was about whether Humpy would turn out to be a boy or a girl. I chose boy, not because I really believed it but just to be contrary. Regardless, I won myself a cool twenty dollars. This new bet is about who Humpy's going to look like, me or Sarah. There's strong argument either way. One of the first things I noticed when I started dating Sarah was that everyone on her mom's side looks alike. They call it The Demon Panetta Gene. Sarah, her mom, her Aunt Pat, and most of her Aunt Pat's kids look alike . Her Uncle Sergio's kids look more like Sergio than Sally. And her Mom's siblings themselves look either like their father or like members of his family. When Sarah visited her grandfather's family in Italy, she was taken aback by all the resemblances. She would find herself thinking, "That lady has the exact same legs as me!" And the McLeans: same thing.
So apparently if your last post is incoherent and crazy, and then you don't post again for over a month, and all your twitter updates are about being drunk, then folks start to assume something's wrong. Straight off, let me assure youse guys that we're all fine here. We're just hanging out, chillin' like villains, and waiting for Humpy to arrive (he's not due for another two and a half weeks). Sarah's been feeling really good, generally. If she has a really long day, or if she spends a lot of time in the car (due to... I don't know, maybe some bullshit transit strike), she gets a little Braxton Hicks-y, but otherwise she's had a really good pregnancy. I stepped away from the blog for a bit just because it's nice to do that once in a while. I'd intended to take a break after NaBloPoMo, maybe not for quite this long. But then sometimes when you have forty-seven things on the go, it's just nice to let one of them slide for a while. My work h