Just Because....

...I CAN!

So the process of getting the BS all shipshape and spiffy has begun. Now when I say that it has 'begun' I mean that I watched Becky box up some fabric samples down in the office the other night. While I was having a beer. If they ever give out awards for helpful husbands in the home, sign me up.

In other news, I asked Becky if she'd be up for posting a semi-regular Belly Picture, so you guys can see how our little jack (jackie?)-in-the-box is growing. She's up for it, so that idea has taken off. I suggested we write an open letter to our child and post it here, but Becky said that would be a bad idea, possibly because all my letter consisted of was the following:

"Dear child, I am your father. I will not understand a word you're saying until you're at least two or so years old. When you're eighteen years old, you're going to expect me to pay for your college education. I figure you've got at least ten or twelve years to save up, so get to work.

Love, Daddy"

Anybody else just get a chill? :-)

P.S. My sister has a special friend. We call him John. They have adaptive play group twice a week, where we tether them to their jungle gym and watch them run in to each other for a few hours. We also give them helmets. Great fun. I had a special friend once, name was Jack. Jack Daniels.