Pain meds, sleep deprivation and screaming infants make filling out a birth certificate a daunting task. Meet our daughter, Buzz Lightyear.
Officially overdue now. Or, fashionably late.
Grandpa, holding a football: “Go long!”
Okay, baby girl. Any day now.
Sounds like my neighbors are playing “Dueling Banjos: Chainsaw vs. Leafblower Edition” again.
Working on our short list of baby girl names. Looks like “Lil’ Asskicker” didn’t make the list.
Guess what service I used to read about the impending shutdown of Google Reader?
Decongestant and antihistamines aren’t cutting it. Need a snot exorcist.
I like this taco truck. When my order was ready they yelled “hey gringo!” My first time here, and I already have a nickname.