Philosophy primer

While exchanging Christmas gifts at the mall on Saturday Gabriella suddenly lay down on the ground. Please get up. Why? Because the floor’s dirty. Why? Because people walk on it. Why? Because you’re not Diego and this isn’t the rainforest and we can’t all swing from vines as our major form of transportation. Oh. Why? And it goes on and on like Russian nesting dolls only slightly more adorable. 

Hey batta batta batta

I've written about Dominic's first fantasy football draft, curse of the bambino and seventh-inning stretch. Now the kid's learned to heckle. And I mean, HECKLE. Like a fan drunk on cheap beer, leaning over the rail and calling the ump Mr. Magoo.

Twenty ten

On New Year’s Eve I watched the ball drop on television. That’s right, I stayed up past midnight y’all. I didn’t plan such wild and crazy behavior. But then the baby wouldn’t settle until I brought him downstairs by the fire. And then the toddler woke up and puked all over herself. So there I found myself during the last minutes of 2009 doing laundry way past my normal bedtime and convincing Gabriella to switch the channel from Noggin to Times Square FOR JUST TWO SECONDS, DAMMIT!