Hi All, Long time, no post. I learned of this via my friend (and parent) Pete. I don’t know Katie, but, for obvious reasons, I want to get the word out. Here’s the details: She’s been missing since September 5, 2007 from Lincoln RI, but has ties to the West Coast as well, Find additional details (and a heartbreaking letter from her husband) at: www.helpfindkatie.com
Ok, I know that technically I’m done here, but I HAD to put this one up somewhere. What the hell is verizon selling?
Anyone?
Anyone?
I’m guessing you now get some free servicing with sign-up. Guess it’s kinda like the woman in Belgium offering 40,000 free BJs if you vote for her. Or something.
Well, it’s time to say goodbye. Thanks everyone for reading, I’ve really appreciated all the constructive and helpful comments I’ve had here while learning what it is to be a modern father. And, it’s being a modern father that has led me to make this decision. The ever expanding role of my job and my free time being taken up by my family (as it should be), I have decided to shutter the blog. You know Hayes has gone from a screaming baby to a talkative two-year-old and I’ve found it’s just more fun to play with Hayes and Jen in my free time than it has to write about them.
So, there you have it.
Thanks, everyone. I’ll miss you.
In Worcester our streets are not plowed by mere snowplows. Ok, some are. But they are HUGE, and don’t fit down some of the residential streets. Instead, we get a hinged-at-the-middle-so-very-nimble full-sized bulldozer. And you’ll never guess who loves bulldozers. Ok, you will. It’s Hayes.
Fortunately, I can prolong the bulldozer watching magic, as I can see the bulldozer come down the street from our home office. So, when I saw it, I went to get Hayes. The sitter, Hayes and I watched as the bulldozer plowed. Hayes couldn’t have been more excited. Better still, the driver noticed us watching and put on a show. He took about 5 more passes than he needed to clear the street, then he pulls in the driveway plow raised — into the driveway (which is quite narrow and book-ended by picket fences) drops his plow (which barely made it between the fences), and dug out the the annoying snowplow backwash that usually collects at the end of the driveway.
I thought Hayes might have a heart attack, he was so pleased. The only problem was he started crying when the bulldozer left, shouting “Bulldozer come and see ME!” But… my job just became easier because I have 1/4 less driveway to shovel. Yeah Worcester Public Works! Whoever drives that bulldozer in the Mass Ave neighborhood deserves a raise!
Star Wars + Space Ships + Robots + Legos = someone get this for Hayes stat. (Ok, dad… I said Hayes and meant… uh.. me)
“Orange real pillow,” that’s what Hayes calls his first pillow. Yes, we’ve made a transition of sorts. Hayes now has a pillow, get’s tucked in nightly and sleeps with his head on said pillow. It’s a big change from Hayes’ old fall and sleep days where we’d go into to check on him and he’d look as if he’d been happily playing then fallen over into a sleep induced coma.
So big boy time is rapidly approaching. Now… I guess we’re going to have to think about taking him out of the crib. On second thought, maybe we’ll just leave him there.