The poor kid, blessed *ahem* as he is with half his daddy’s genes, turns half a year today. And as he grows he appears to be developing into at least 50 percent goofball. Flying Spaghetti Monster ha’ mercy.
Uncle Jud, uncle Jud, what am I? A brain sucker. What am I doing?
Starving.
Hey what an exciting day! Jaibird, who our new President had from the word “change,” is practically peeing his pants with excitement. Oh wait, he is peeing his pants with excitement. Excuse me for one moment…
Pull up a chair, boys and girls.
It’s admittedly a topsy turvy way to tell a story,
The rule–let’s call it the Rule of Tongue–was no blogging until my ability to string words together reached a level higher than that of my preverbal child. Unfortunately the wait for my foggy brain to reconnect with its polysyllabic word center made for a pretty lengthy silence.
It’s been 101 days since we marked Javid’s 2nd [...]
