Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Final Countdown

Tomorrow is D-Day. "D" for delivery, of course. The doctor told me that my role is actually fairly small (whew!), oh, and that I was not allowed to touch the scalpel.

The big news was that we settled on a name today. It became pretty easy once we took Jim Tressel Caraher off the table. We decided on William Hunter Caraher.

We have fought about the bed situation, but it seem that Brooke has finally won out. She says that Hunter will likely want to do exactly like big brother Sam, so we should just put him in the double bed right away. I kept insisting, no, no, we need a crib. I worry about her sometimes...

For those of you wondering, yes, the name Hunter was a tribute to Brooke's grandfather. Of course we felt it was doubly relevant because it is also a tribute to many other important people in our life, including Hunter S. Thompson, The Deerhunter, Hunter for the Red October, William S. Burroughs, other people named Hunter, and, of course, Bruce Springsteen.

Hope everyone is well, and I'll keep you posted on any important updates tomorrow.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Round 2

Its 8:30 a.m. on a Saturday morning and Brooke is not home, which seems like a good time to type whatever I want on this blog without having editorial demands being made over my shoulder. As most of you are aware we are beginning our second journey into parenthood. I think, if most people are like us, you make this decision to try again after you realize you have probably irrevocably damaged your first child's life.

For example, Sam is currently sitting on the floor crying because he can't make the basketball go into the basketball goal. So, naturally, I did what any conscientious father would do. I carefully explained that a missed basketball shot is really a metaphor for the rest of your life, where you will likely miss most of the shots you will take. (I must admit to being a little disturbed, as I thought we had already covered this ground in our literary analysis of "Oh, The Places You Go.")

Obviously, because he is still crying I took the next step. I took it to the next level, so to speak. I told him that he would have to speak with his mother when she got home (she was a better athlete anyway), and carefully stepped back and let the dog take over. Right now Chops is currently demonstrating the fine art of chewing plastic. We find its cheaper than regular dog food.

Anyways, I am hopeful that I will be better able to sustain the blog as we approach our newest addition to the family. For those that are curious, we are having a boy, and we have entered into preliminary negotiations on the name. Here is a brief list of some of the candidates:

Barack Palin Obama
Chaung Tzu
Tea Party
Beaver Stadium
Glenn Beck
Norah Jones (more Brooke's idea than mine)
Dr. Dre J

We acknowledge that some of the current candidates bought their way into the process, and for the right price we are willing to consider any suggestions. We cannot make any guarantees that we will select your entry though. (Well, thats not totally accurate, we will guarantee anything for the right price).

Hope everyone is well, and we will keep you posted!