Anwen

I'm feeling very sick today so this will be brief. I have to go to work today because I am out of sick days. That really sucks.

Yesterday Laura called me into the bedroom. She was on the bed topless. She told me to watch and even as I looked, my unborn daughter shifted and I cound see her under the skin, changing position. I knelt next to the bed and started to talk to my wife's stomach and Anwen stopped moving while I spoke, but when I fell silent she would shift again.

That is the coolest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. Wow. I have a child on the way!

I'm going to raise her as well as I possibly can. I hope her first words are: Republicans suck! Okay, I'm kidding. Maybe her fourth or fifth words. For any of you who worry that I am indoctrinating her too young, I have no intention of teaching her how to make a molotov cocktail until she is at least four or five.

I'll leave you with some pictures of our current children and a very goth crib.

Buzz

Thelma

Zoey was pretty sure being put in the crib meant she was in trouble. Poor thing.

Skulls, swords, axes and candles, what more does a baby need?