The Stork Strikes Again

I’ve put this newsflash out on Facebook and Twitter, but I leave it here to make it complete. Ruth is pregnant again. Who doesn’t love baby announcements?


We’ve only seen a lab tech / nurse to confirm, so we do not have any other details. Is our new baby a boy? a girl? twins? How many weeks pregnant is my wife?

Stay posted for baby news / stork updates and maybe some ultrasound pix.

Little Frankie’s First Six Months

The Stork delivered our little bundle of joy at 4:30am.


We brought him home two days later.


At first babies don’t do much at all. For the first three months little Frankie was an eating, sleeping, peeing, and pooping paperweight. Then the first change happened, he smiled on cue, and the baby babbling started.

We had many guests in our house early on. Ruth and I almost didn’t get a chance to hold him while Grandma Charlotte visited. Some chloroform, a blunt instrument, and a crowbar remedied the situation. 🙂


After his baptism, things really started changing. He’s now grabbing things, and his “talking” has progressed from a random sound to different sounds strung together like syllables. Also, he enjoys baths now. I think the first one was a traumatic experience.

Frankie has stopped getting frustrated by “Tummy Time”, and rolls himself over. Sometimes he can stand up too, provided that someone holds him steady for balance. I think his jumper has strengthened his legs. He used to be content to watch things move, now he must interact.


His neck is sturdy and loves sitting in his high-chair. We’re expecting the Doc to give us the green light for solid foods this month. As the chef of the house, I’ve purchased a Baby Bullet to make him some fresh food. I’ll let you know how that goes.


So far, little Frankie is growing like a proverbial weed. At six months, he’s wearing clothing meant for nine-month old babies. Rather than a chip off the old block, Frankie can best be described as a chunk off the old block, although his height and weight are proportioned. 🙂

Any other experienced parents want to chime in? What do you think of Little Frankie?


Every Time You Reply Little Frankie Doesn’t Cry


Ding Dong! Stork Calling

I truly am at a loss for words (isn’t that an incredible opening for a blog post) J

After my wife experienced a week of bouts with lingering nausea, I became suspicious. I asked her “Is it possible that you’re pregnant?” We quickly went to the pharmacy and picked up one of those home pregnancy test kits. She emerged from the bathroom and said, “It says I’m pregnant.”

We went over the instructions and decided to try again on Sunday morning. Same result. We were convinced, but knew not to say anything until a clinic confirmed the result with their test.

I paced all Monday morning waiting for the results.

Now, we know of the inevitable “Stork Visitation.” A barrage of phone calls and Facebook posts ensued.


Which leaves only one more burning question; twins?

My mother-in-law is a twin and therefore the chances are pretty good that we’ll experience the same. Of course we will not know until further blood tests and sonograms are done.

It’s time to gather a stock pile of cow and pudgy maternity jokes. My wife has pleaded for me to put the proverbial “cork in it” i.e. refrain from such humorous witticisms. I’ve explained that it is impossible for a man of my vocabulary and comedic talent to resist such an opportunity. And let’s not forget those corn-ball dad jokes.

Our plans for the house have just drastically changed. It is time to roll up my sleeves and get to work on those renovations. Our planned guest room will now become the nursery, and our office will become the guest room. Which means that our computers will be shifted to the entry hall.

Got any good pregnancy stories concerning your brood?