so as you can see from the photo below, my life will never be the same– he’s discovered the remote control (and apparently knows how to use it). i’ve tried bargaining, reasoning, pleading, but to no avail. i’ve even tried explaining the Minerva house rules, whereby the oldest male in the room has the con (nautical term), but he’s not going for it.
in happier news, we’ve had our first poop (Morgan, not me- i’ve had plenty). it was a joyous occasion for all those involved. i’m still trying to figure out how to not change any diapers until he’s potty trained, so if any dads out there have suggestions i’m all ears.
apparently, some of you out there who read my previous post (ie, my sister and college roommate) don’t seem to agree with my recollections of picking up women back when i was single (a long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away). i would respond here but this is a family website so i’ll have to do it in private some day, but Doug, Jen has already laid down the law that Morgan will not be visiting the Inn on Gore until he’s at least 30.
finally, at breakfast this morning i discovered the greatest joy of being a parent: being able to fart in public and blame it on your baby. i tell you i haven’t felt this free since i started wearing boxer shorts.
that’s it for now. hope all is well on the other side of the planet.