May 31: My son, 20 month old Blaise, got so excited to see me last night that he jumped up and did a 180 degree spin in the air. Instead of landing on his feet, his open mouth (teeth exposed) smacked into the bridge of Ann's nose. Result: big time nose bleed gusher for Ann and a fat lip and Blaise blood all over the boy's bed sheets. Blaise didn't cry but just kinda' laid there and wimpered. Scared the heck outta' me. But within a couple minutes he was bouncing around like his normal self. Ann meanwhile had her head tilted back, pregnant belly out and was seeing stars. Now that's excitement.

June 6: So I'll give quick version of birth of our son, Grant. I just happen to come home early from meeting. Ann looks at me around 5:30 or 6 pm and says "I'm getting pains. This may be labor." Can't be I'm thinking. Two weeks early. Can the doctor's be that far off??? At around 7 pm and a bunch of ahhs and ooohs, Ann is convinced it's the real deal and says it's time to go to the hospital. Ooops! Gotta' pack first. So I throw some stuff in a suitcase and we're off to the hospital. Get to the hospital in record time... got the minivan past 100 mph and pass a few slow pokes on the shoulder and exit only lanes. It's Texas so that's normal driving behavior. Get to the hospital and three contractions and three pushes later, out comes baby boy. About two hours total from first labor pain to new baby. That's cutting it way too close. If we have a third, we're going straight to the hospital at the first twang of pain. I'm an engineer not a doctor. I am not going to deliver a baby!

July 2: Here's a good birth control story for DINKs... So I'm giving 2 year old Blaise a bath last night around 8 pm and he totally has a blowout in the tub. Absolutely disgusting. I feel bad for him because he's been having stomach problems all day and has some serious diaper rash. So as I'm draining the tub and disinfecting my boy, the tub and myself, Ann walks briskly out of the living room with our three week old son, Grant, in her arms. While she was feeding him, he also had a major blowout too. It was so bad that it was all over Grant and Ann. So as she's walking swiftly to the room to change Grant (and her shirt), she rounds the corner and Grant upchucks all of his breast milk all over the floor. So I guess the breast milk hadn't settled in his stomach and Ann moved him to quickly. So envision, if you will, the living room, bath room and whole family being covered in poop and the hallway covered in barf and you realize why Ann and I just laugh. First, laughing prevented up from crying and second, it was just ridiculously funny. So we took a deep breath, stripped to our skivvies, doused the house in gasoline, lit a match and walked out.