Published writer, compulsive reader, Old School Whovian, Match Game enthusiast, NKOTB fan, data hoarder, and - surprisingly, given that list - married with four kids. Welcome to my take on life, fatherhood, entertainment, and whatever strikes my fancy. Enjoy!
Weighing in at 7#, 7oz and measuring 20 inches long, Baby # 4 - a girl - arrived at 4:07 pm today.
Both Mom and baby are doing fine. I wanted to quickly post this just to get the celebration rolling, and if I'm feeling up to it will update with detail after detail before I hit the sack tonight.
She's a cutie, let me tell you :)
Man, am I nervous.
I don't care if it is our 4th kid, the minute Lis said she was having contractions 10 minutes apart last night I kicked it into high gear.
By bedtime we got the bag packed, decorated a onesie for the baby, played around with the new camcorder, helped clean the house, bought a new outfit for myself for the baby pics, said some prayers in church with Lu, put the mobile together and got the monitor working.
Of course the contractions went away overnight, and boy was I glad.
In addition to being the anniversary of Hiroshima, August 6th adds up to '23'. [8 plus 6 plus 2 plus 00 plus 7].
Hey, I didn't like the movie and I don't buy the 'enigma', but why chance a jinx?
Today YaYa had some friends (annabelle and georgie) over and my mother-in-law took them and Lu swimming. When I dropped them off at the house Lis was on the front porch in obvious pain.
The contractions were back, but she'd kept quiet about it.
Great.
Man, am I nervous
Wish us luck.
Next Tuesday Lis is scheduled for an inducement. When folks ask "How's she doing?" I respond sincerely:
"She's miserable and resents me for impregnating her."
Well, that first part is accurate; I hope the last part isn't the case.
She's been pushing hard to give the other kids every conceivable day of fun before the birth. Among trips to Stonefire Pizza, the park, and the lake (she went with 14! kids and three other adults yesterday) she barely has time to rest up for the birth, a fact I've tried to hammer into her head.
The LAST thing I need is for her to give birth early. I still have to:
1. Put the bassinett back together
2. Put the carseat in the car
3. Finish packing the bag for the hospital
4. Repair the mobile
5. Get the baby monitor working
6. fix or replace our camcorder (dropped by a nurse the day Parker was born)
etc. etc.
Yikes, my nerves are shot just thinking about it!
I'm going to try and catch up on some posts in the next few days, but in all likelihood the next entry will be the words introduction to my new little one.
Wish us luck!
This weekend Barry Bonds will play at Miller Park here in Milwaukee, the very town where Hank Aaron played 14 years of ball and hit #755, and hometown of Bud Selig.
There's a good chance Bonds might make this the only city in the world to host two home runs numbered #755.
I'm not happy about it of course. In a much earlier post (circa 2005) I ranted about the injustice of steroids and how it will corrode the fabric of the record books.
I still feel the same way. I don't think Bonds accomplishment can/will ever be viewed without suspicion and wariness. It's not like he'll soar past the all-time mark and bury it; if he finished with 1000 homers I'd say "Man, it's not likely the drugs account for all 300 of the extra dingers" but if he finishes at 775 or even 800 . . .
Well its more than likely steroids account for less than 50 homeruns, even by the most conservative of estimates, don't you think?
But . .
I am very much a pragmatist and barring an act of God the record will fall. Without question Bonds has been the most feared hitter of this decade, alarmingly so, and I do believe that minus 'roids Bonds would still be a Hall of Famer (albeit with 500 or so home runs).
Does it make it right? No. Does it make it equal to Aaron and Ruth's marks? Naw.
Is it going to happen, and is it still impressive? Yes and yes.
So I'm going to swallow my bile and raise a wary but complimentary round of applause for the guy when he sets the mark.
And then I'm going to sit back and hope he gets indicted in the near future.
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On the subject of historic events in baseball, in 2007 I have seen Justin Verlander no-hit the Brewers and the Phillies lose their 10,000th game (both on TV).
And I just might watch the home run record fall too (again, on TV).
Tags: Barry Bonds, Steroirds, Miller Park, Hank Aaron
This Father's Day the family got me a telescope off of Craigslist, a $150 value, for $20.
Mind you I've only used it once, but still, it means I can cross one thing off my 'Things I've wanted forever' list.
We didn't do a whole lot. We had my Dad and Lisa's over for dessert.
We chewed the fat for a bit, and that's about it. It was a nice, relaxed day.
Here's some random pics from the evening.
Thanks to a heads-up from my Mom, I've rediscovered Dr. Who, THE GREATEST sci-fi show of all time.
When I was a kid the local PBS affiliate broadcast every existing episode in order, from the 1963 premiere on for years, each weeknight at 10 p.m. It was a nightly ritual for me and my long-suffering Grandma.
It went off the air in England in the late '80's, then came back in the new century.
Sci-Fi airs new episodes each Friday; the local PBS station now plays epiodes a few years older on Saturday nights.
Naturally, my wife thinks I'm a dork.
As for the Doctor's . . Chris Eckelston, Doctor #9, doesn't do much for me. He's all herky-jerky expressions mingled in with dark monologues . . a little too much for me.
Doctor #10 David Tenant ROCKS. He's the perfect mix of whimsy and sarcasm, innocence and naughtiness. He's right up there - dare I say it - with the Jon Pertwee version of the Doctor.
This pic, of my very pregnant wife, was taken on Fathers Day.
As this is the 'official' pregnancy portrait, or as near as we shall come, and thus will be viewed my children in the years to come, I regret the necessity to say . . .
That this shot really, really, REALLY makes me hot.
For LuLu's fourth (and Golden) birthday we took her down to Gurnee to Six Flags Great America.
Let it be known that I itch at the thought of setting foot in the place: crowds and chaos and roller coasters.
Ugh.
But that's because I'm a kook, and in recognition of said fact I consented to go.
I'm sure it was worse for Lis, being 7 months pregnant at the time.
We started off with the nearest ride, the massive Merry Go Round inside the gates.
Park, as you'll note, was harnessed for the day, one of the best Dang inventions for children EVER.
Doesn't seem like he enjoyed the ride, but I promise ya he did.
With Lis out of the picture it was up to me to share the rides with the kids. Yikes.
Here's a shot of the kids with Pepe Le Pew (sp?)
Tho' Lis took a turn on some easy-peasy-lemon-squeezy infant rides.
The kids enjoyed Wiggles World and the characters they met.
As the morning wore on we attended a stage show featuring Bugs Bunny. At the end my kids were invited onstage for a minute.
Then it was off to a picnic lunch in the parking lot.
After lunch it was off to the water park at Six Flags, Hurricane Harbor. Thankfully the idea of putting large amounts of water near my camera prevented any topless pics of myself (huzzah!).
Sadly for the kids we had misjudged the closing time of the water park and only had about 15 minutes in the water - we had spent a lot of time after lunch waiting in line for and riding a roller coaster twice - tho' it was long enough for YaYa to run off and ride some massive slides without telling me where she was going.
[btw - for the record we truly misjudged the time. Yes, I have a well-established distrust of having my kids around water after seeing a double-drowning incident [curse that day]but I did not sabotage this trip]
After closing the water park we went on a few more rides, one of which made me very nauseous. It was just a carnival ride, but we rode it twice and . . well, I almost made it. But then I stepped foot inside the men's room and the decrepit stench of an amusement park men's room cause me to launch my lunch into the nearest toilet.
[This is not a photo of said ride]
Niiiiice.
Anyhow, storm clouds began to gather. We went shopping for souvenirs and then paid to have a park-taken photo printed when . . .
The sky broke open and it poured. And poured. And poured. Trust me, this pic doesn't even hint at what was to come.
It was obvious the parade would be canceled for the evening and the rides shut down, so with decorum and class - unlike the FIBS who ran like ninny's as if it was acid falling down - we retreated to the car.
Where we sat, drenched to the bone, until both the worst of the storm and the traffic dissipated.
You know what, it was a really fun day and a great way for my Lu to celebrate her 4th birthday!
An employee of mine showed me her myspace account www.myspace.com/consciousdreaming (or more honestly, used my laptop to test out a song she added to her page).
From her site I caught wind of some face-recgonition software that 'compares' your pic to those of 'similar' celebrities.
Here's my results:
This year: a theater class and Crunchin' Numbers.
I volunteered this Wednesday at the request of the Numbers teacher, but weaseled my way into both classes. It was a nice experience. Usually Lisa volunteers at YaYa's school activite, so I was glad to take an active part in her education.
In theater I got a sneak preview of the performance and costuming. I watched some improv exercises, then helped the kids dye a sheet green for use as foliage.
[I forgot to wear gloves and wound up with green hands. I was called Shrek and Hulk for the rest of the class]
In Numbers I saw why YaYa felt a little overwhelmed. The kids weren't the best behaved, the classroom a little chaotic, and the subject matter (math, including fractions) kind of intimidating.
I was proud of her tho'. I explained that the bottom half of the fraction dentoed the total number of items; the top half, how many of those items were used.
She got it; you could see it in her eyes. One of the questions instructed her to color in 2/2 of a box; lo and behold she thought a second and then said "So I color in all of it, right?"
She was very proud of her worksheet and honestly outperformed the two boys I was helping.
That was good, because against all logic she seems to have low self-esteem and seemed troubled by the classwork earlier in the sessions.
Anyhow, today was her finale, her grand performance in the UWM Theater class's performance of Where the Wild Things Are.
[Note: Cattyness abounds in females. YaYa was quick to point out to us in the days leading up to the play that the narrator had a lisp and was hard to understand. A nine year old, she stressed, with professional (rather than personal) contempt.]
For your everlasting boredom, here is the performance in full, attended by my father, Lisa, LuLu, and YaYa's friend AnnaBelle.
[neat moment: I took YaYa in my car, Lis followed with the kids. When Lu saw me across the union courtyard she yelled 'Daddy!' and ran squealing 100 feet or more to jump into my arms.]
Please excuse the blurry photo - I lack photo software at this location.
YaYa is in front, second from the camera. She speaks the line "And they nashed their terrible teeth" and handles the visual effect of the 'waves'.
Some parents showed up late and so the play was performed again. YaYa needs to be prompted on her line, and the 'waves' have disappeared and are improvised.
And again, after a snack and mingle, another performance! Why, I don't know.
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Afterwards we took the kids for lunch in the Union, then headed out for our annual trip to Downer Woods to visit Eeyore's House of Winnie the Pooh fame (minus a very pregnant Lisa).
But first, we stopped out at the fountain near the library, home of many memories of my old childhood visits to UWM.
The kids love Downer's Woods and ya know what - LuLu really honestly and truly believes it's Eeyore's house. She wanted to know if he was home and wanted me to check, but chickened out on my suggestion to knock and say hello.
Then AnnaBelle started saying that Eeyore was dead, and Lu flipped on her. I told AnnaBelle to knock it off, and on the way back she go into it a bit, 'identifying' Tigger and Pooh's houses.
When we exited the forest the girls were ecstatic to see Lis and ran to hug her.
Lis took the kids home, and YaYa and I went to the final numbers class.
A nice day, and a great program offered by my alma matter.
Last Saturday was my mother-in-law's 61st birthday and we headed over there to present our gift, which included loaning me out for yardwork that afternoon.
Two things of note occured.
First, on a lark I rode a bicycle for the first time in 21 years. I had stopped riding abruptly at 12, once the local ordinance's demanded I ride only in the street. Bleep that, I thought, and never rode again.
Not only was I shaky on the bike this past weeked, casting doubt on the whole 'it's like riding a bicycle' cliche, I didn't know how to brake BECAUSE I HAD NEVER HAD USED HAND BRAKES IN MY LIFE.
My trusty green and gold Schwinn had pedal brakes. I loved that bike.
Then . . .
During the barbeque Parker began to scream. Lis yelled "Oh my God" and I turned to see my boy's legs covered in swarming ants.
As was later determined by group consensus, no one - not even my 69 year old stepfather-in-law - had ever seen the like of it in Milwaukee.
In Milwaukee, where there are no poisonous spiders or snakes and even the rats are well behaved.
I grabbed him and began brushing them off but they were crawling out of his diaper, his shirt, all over. I stripped him down and got him away from the lawn. A quick glance confrimed he had disturbed a huge ant hill. Not good when he had an ice cream sandwich in his hand.
Normally I forbid the kids from killing insects outside, telling them 'it's their house out here, you're just visiting'.
But this time I put the word out: 'Kill at will!
For the next 15 minutes Parker clung to his Mother and I. I mean he was all but superglued to us, his fists clenched against our shirts. He began to have what I'd call a panic attack in an adult: difficulty breathing, sweats, terror stricken eyes.
For the rest of the day he refused to set foot on the lawn and banged away at the door to the house.
It was a disturbing incident on many levels.
Before we left I forced him to walk on the lawn, hoping to help him overcome his fear.
That night tho' he woke up at 2 a.m. screaming and swatting at his legs. For the first time in ages (a year or more) I carried him to our bed.
(Even then we didn't let him spend the night with us and moved him back around 4 am)
You wouldn't believe it from this post, but it was a pretty fun day with the family.
