• A new addition, we think.

    We discovered that we may very well be parents of a second child in the next 8 months or so. If I sound a little unsure, it’s only because it is VERY early in the game. We only just found out and Cheryl has not even had her first visit to her OBGYN. The odds are good, but we’ve got a long way to go. Beth remains uncommitted to a position on the issue. So far, the comments from Beth involve statements of fact rather than opinion. “Miss Cindy (her preschool teacher), my mommy has a baby in her belly!” Not wanting to push my luck, I haven’t pushed her for an opinion yet. I’m cautiously excited. Not just at the prospect of having another child, but also because we’ll be having a same age cousin (my sister is due later this year). Stay tuned…

  • My life is my floor, revisited.

    “We” continued to work on our master bedroom floor – all week. “We” are now mostly finished. I got as much as I need to get done to move back into our room, so I can envision stalling at this point for a little while. It’s a motivation thing. I am mostly pleased with the way it has come out so far, but the jury is still out on some of the molding work we have left. No, that’s a little misleading. The jury hasn’t even been selected yet. I have no firm plans for just how we’ll finish the job, something that makes Cheryl a little nervous. Alas, one day, before I pass from this earth, we will finish.

  • Elizabeth the destroyer.

    Beth passed another milestone this week: she was abandoned at a non-relative’s house for a solo visit this week. We went through all the common symptoms: the look of betrayal, the clinging to one leg, the repeating final request (“just one more hug daddy”), and finally the period of mourning after the final separation. Lest you worry, Beth did survive the experience, but I’m not entirely sure her host’s house did. We offered to pay for the damages, but they refused.