Uuuungh!

Thats the noise I make whenever I have to get up for work. Actually, its the noise I make in response to most of the unpleasant things in my life. Now we can wax philosophical all day about whether or not that first crap you take after the Froot Loops and morning gallon of coffee have worked thier way through your system should be categorized as "unpleasant", but... I'm digressing already? I havent even got through my first paragraph and already I'm off track. Lets focus on whats important here, shall we? Namely, I'm a dad again. What more could I ask for for Father's Day than another healthy son? Well, there IS that new R1... Nevermind that, though. For now. The past 21 days have been pretty crazy. I forgot how much work is involved in raising a newborn. I dont know if "forgot" is the correct term, acutally. I think a better word would be "repressed". Thats the word psychoanalysts use whenever some long forgotten traumatic experience resurfaces in memory, right? Then thats the one.

I have to give crazy props to my wife who has been handling the screaming and late night feedings like a pro! At least thats what she tells me. I wouldnt know since I'm vacationing in Thailand, by way of Amsterdam right now... No... thats a lie... Them psychoanalysts would have a field day with that one. They would probably classify me as.. whats the word?.. oh yeah, a "liar".

At any rate, things have been good, albeit busy. MJ has been sensing the disturbance in the force that is Lex and has been remarkably good at handling the dispersment of attention. Its actually kinda cute to see him crawling down the hallway (which he never does since he learned to walk/run/tap dance) with a pacifier in his mouth (which he never used as a baby himself). Its also kinda cute that he wants to be carried everywhere... specially when were going home to the 3rd floor of our walkup. Cute.

Thank goodness I work closer to home. I couldnt imagine what life would be like if I were leaving at 7:30 and getting home at 8 at night. That would shave off a good 2 hours of drinking time... Nah. Just kidding. I havent had a drink in a month. Since the Gullota fight I think. Turns out that SOMEBODY thinks that all that money it takes to buy alcohol would be better spent on the kids... You know who you are.

In other caloric intake related news, I'm getting fat. And not the phat with the "P-H" either... but I guess you probably read into that already. Point is, I'm looking to buy a bike to ride to work. Its a good way to get a little exercise in while not really having to get out to a gym while the little guy is still, well, a little guy. Are neon spandex skin suits still in? Bikers wear those, right? What do you mean they were never in?