Now that mama jane and myself are responsible for not only one but two tiny human beings, i am discovering more and more ways in which they absolutely own me. I could watch our newborn son sleep all day long (which he does). The way he moves, and breathes, and sneezes, and cries, and makes indiscernible facial gestures, and doesn't sneeze demand new adjectives where all others used to describe babies, and life, and such fall short.Then there's our precocious 2 and a half year old daughter. There she is. When our piece of crap coffee maker which was purchased for more than it's sorry self is worth spews my brew all over the kitchen counter again, there she is. There she is to tell me in her sweet yet stern little voice, "Just calm down daddy. It will be alright." Well crap. That's just about enough to put things in perspective. Do you want to know how many times she complained about her sandbox being flooded during the torrential downpour this weekend? Did you guess zero? Well, hike yourself to the cupboard and fetch yourself a cookie, hotshot. You're a mathematic maestro.
By the way, my coffee maker is crap and it's just about time to do something about that. I'm inclined to wonder if maybe a potato gun shouldn't be involved.
That's it for now. I've got to get back to watching my baby sleep.
