A Clarification About My Status From 11/23/12

As I said in last Friday’s status update, I’m house hunting.

I’m just house hunting; nobody here is pregnant, I promise.

I keep secrets better than that, remember?

It’s Just The Thing For The Holidays . . . With The Emphasis On “Thing”

The Christmas season is fast approaching, so why not get your child a creepy doll that you move around the house while your child sleeps, and then tell them it’s watching their every move? (1)

Order your very own “Stalker on the Rocker” today! (2)

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(1) I can think of lots of reasons!

(2)  Yes, yes, I know I’m supposed to find this cute.  Lots of other people certainly do, and I truly mean no disrespect to anyone who does, particularly the creators and/or their lawyers, but I can only assume that those people and I have watched radically different movies in our time.

Unless, Of Course, She Meant “Yet”

L’s Mother:  “Huh, I just realized I didn’t have the maximum amount of life insurance I could on you, so thanks for not dying.”

Me:  “My pleasure.  I hate the idea of short-changing people.”

A Quick Note To L.

Many men want their sons to grow to become “great men,” and in that regard, I suppose I am no exception, son . . . but I want more than that.

I want us to grow to become great men together.

So Seriously, Congrats . . . And Good Luck

Since there’s been a lot of baby news from my extended family recently, I thought I’d chime in with my share of the traditional unsolicited advice before the rush starts.  (And there will be a rush on this, trust me.)

Bringing a baby into your life is a magical thing,  an adventure filled with wonder and amazement, and soon you’ll be experiencing this directly by wondering just how much longer you can go without proper rest, and feeling the sense of amazement that you can be that tired and not die!

Status For 11/23/12

Post-Thanksgiving officially begins something of a hiatus for me so I can focus my energy elsewhere for the next month or so.  I’ll still be keeping up on Candles & Curses, but all writing projects are currently on hold so I can devote my attention to getting my house in order in preparation of locating and relocating to a new house.  We’ve needed more room for some time now, and the possibility exists that we’ll need even more room in the not-so-distant future, so . . .

Wish me luck.

So . . . SO Thankful

It’s Thanksgiving around here, and lots and lots of people in this country are going to a great deal of trouble to celebrate today.  In light of that, I find it ironic that what I am most thankful for at this moment is that nobody in this house is going to any trouble to do much of anything today.

Enjoy the day in whatever manner you enjoy most, folks.

The Chip On His Shoulder

One of Bu’s current favorite snacks are chips of the restaurant-style “chips and salsa” variety.  He’s not such a big fan of salsa, but he just can’t seem to get enough chips, which is how yesterday we ended up with a bag of chips and salsa to go after coming within his sight of his favorite chips and salsa place.

He was sitting in my lap while his mother made a purchase inside a store while we waited outside, and he was having a grand old time munching on a chip and causing a little whirlwind of corn chip fragments to fly about in the process.  One of those fragments ended up on his shoulder somehow, and, wanting to snag it before it added to the mess on the sidewalk I’d be cleaning up later, I plucked it from his shoulder.

It was then I was struck with a “Well you’ve got it, now what?” moment.  With a mental shrug, I quickly popped the fragment in my mouth to dispose of it, instinctively realizing this would be the most expedient method of disposal.

And it was that moment, that moment right there, that I realized that fatherhood had just turned me into a chimpanzee.

And Fathers Are Glad Too

There was never a child so lovely but his mother was glad to get him to sleep.

– Ralph Waldo Emerson

(I try to avoid putting quotes as filler up too often, particularly two days in a row, but a combination of a night short on sleep (and even shorter on rest) with a toddler that doesn’t want a nap today has led me to conclude that I can forgive myself.)

And Today I Think We’ll Celebrate That

But you know, we have a very normal family. We’ve had our ups and downs. You know, we’ve had our issues, but we’ve had great cause for celebration.

– Julius Erving