Friday, December 16, 2011

JoyLibs

I'm knee deep in Cheerios and risotto over here in Inman Square, Dario's castle, doing today what I meant to do yesterday. It's a preview of things to come, I'm sure, as Baxter's not even here yet, and I'm falling behind on the basics. On Thursday night and Friday morning back in San Francisco, it was a rush to get everything done that needed to be done for two weeks away, first in Boston, then Park City, and, well, the non-essentials didn't get done. Baleen put this on the list.

Then United split us up, Baleen going to the front of the plane, me staying behind, and we didn't get the chance to simultaneously watch The Help on the iPad with the split headphones, or do what we normally do, which is create our own Hangman. Instead, we'll just to resurrect the last one, with the guessed words from Hopalong in CAPS and the whole thing written by Baleen.

Baleen's water broke at 8.43am and it was a TREMENDOUS sight. Hopalong first started SKIPPING like an OCEAN and then realized that he should take Baleen to the hospital by grabbing the overnight bag and JUMPING there. Baleen exclaimed on the way that her belly felt like GLASSES and started EATING. Once at the hospital, Hopalong continuously exclaimed, YES, I feel DASTERDLY. The actual pushing went CURIOUSLY and the new parents were DELIBERATE with joy. Hopalong claimed the newborn looked like an ORANGUTAN but later stated he was delusional with the SYMPATHY of fatherhood and ORNERY with love.

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