Mind his little fontanelle


Darwin saw the doctor today. He was due for his shots, including the ever-important DIP-TET! Since the day I found out I was going to have a son, all I could think of was his friggin’ DIP-TET, “a cuss word from shinola”, and all the other ways that my life would become one big constant replay of Raising Arizona. At least I can finally rest assured that my son won’t suffer from Lockjaw Nightvision. Whew.

Meanwhile, the kid is thriving. His weight gain is a bit above average (11lbs, 13.2oz), and his height is surely above average (24″). He’s generally pretty happy, in good health, and super cute. All I could ask for.

Oh yeah, I’ve totally developed a gambling problem. Just a little one. I’ve been going to the Casino Games section of Bodog, and playing Roulette and Blackjack with real money. So far, I’m up. Oh my.

In closing… There’s what’s right, and there’s what’s right, and never the twain shall meet.

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