Note – We recently celebrated my second daughter’s birthday; I figured that it made sense to clean-up and port over this running diary of my daughter’s birth. This post was one of the most read items on my old site.
Originally posted March 4, 2007
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8:40 AM – My wife and I are on the way to the hospital. In an effort to make small talk, I mention my dislike of hospitals. Wifey (who’s already in a bad mood) turns to me and initiates the following exchange:
Wife – “We need to talk about this complaining of yours.”
Me – “What complaining? I just said that I didn’t like hospitals.”
Wife – “Look. you just need to stop because your part in the day is pretty insignificant compared to mine.”
Me – “Since it’s so insignificant, how ‘bout I drop you off at the curb and you can have the baby yourself.”
Ok, I didn’t say the last part. Instead, I drove in silence the rest of the way to the hospital. Great start to the morning.
10:00 AM – We’re situated in the room. The wife has to use the restroom, so I take the opportunity to let my parents know that we’re at the hospital. Unfortunately, I have to leave the delivery area to get a signal. When I return, I get the third degree from a nurse because I don’t have a visitor’s badge. Continue reading “Adventures in Fatherhood: A Diary of My Second Daughter’s Birth”
I read a disturbing post last week; it looks like someone is using photos from a blogger’s personal site to create a meme of characters from Scandal. The rub is that the stolen photos were of the blogger’s kid. From the

“Night and Day” isn’t number one on my list because it’s Cole Porter’s best work (though make no mistake: its Porter’s best work by far.
Usually my daughters and I “dance” (if you want to call it that) to music from our Sirius music channels before they go to bed. We normally stick to the classic R&B and hip hop stations; however, a few days ago, I decided to check out the classic jazz station. The station was playing Ella Fitzgerald’s cover of Duke Ellington’s “Sophisticated Lady”. “Great,” I thought as I turned the volume up. “My kids are going to love this!”