• That’s jazz!

    We’re sitting here in the family room; I’m typing this entry, jazz playing on the stereo, the lights off, the drapes closed, and my supposedly sick daughter has risen and begun to spin wildly on the desk chair not three feet from my exposed knee. She gets up suddenly, the dark room undoubtably still spinning in her head, and she asks, “where are we daddy?” That’s a good question Beth.

  • ’tis the season.

    We celebrated another birthday this week. For those keeping score, with 13 days down and 18 to go we have 2 birthdays behind us and 3 more to look forward to. So far, this year’s birthdays have been my favorite to date. Well, let me qualify that, they have been my favorite birthdays as a pseudo-adult (I’m still clinging tenously to some long since past childhood). Looming in the near future is a BIRTHDAY. No, not the celebration of the anniversary of someone’s birth, but the actual day of birth. We are all looking forward to meeting the little fella, so get on with it Lisa.

  • It only takes one to be bored.

    Beth was either asleep or in the zone most of the day, so I had only myself to entertain. Who knew that I was such a tough audience?