20 Jul

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Billy Joel

It’s been really hot lately.

I live on the fourth floor and my window unit A/C only accomplishes so much. So there have been quite a few nights over the past month or so during which I’ve found myself unable to sleep. During these intervals of insomnia, my mind has been occupied with a variety of different subjects, not the least of which is the rapidly approaching birthday of my son.

I don’t know that you can call these episodes nightmares, since as I mentioned I am wide awake, but they are terrifying nonetheless. I’m under a lot of pressure.

My life will never be the same. In about two months, there will suddenly be another person living in my house. My life will never be solely mine again. So many things are about to change, so many questions plague me…

Check them out after the jump.

Baby Wants A New Hometown

Earlier this week – like a slap in the face! – MONEY Magazine released its list of the top places to live in the country. The rankings are based on a number of factors: jobs, crime rate, education system, culture, etc.

Unfortunately, most of the towns on the list seem to be in Missouri, Minnesota or somewhere else in the middle. The 8th ranked town on MONEY’s list is Fisher, IN, for pete’s sake. Fisher’s one downside? It’s “short on charm.” Are we sure it’s in Indiana?

The chance of moving anywhere on that list isn’t incredibly likely for me, due to both the aforementioned “middle” issue and the fact that moving would require the towing along of a newborn baby. Unless we squeezed him into one of those roof units…

14 Jul

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Harsh Reality

So I spent the weekend back in Boston, at the wedding of a friend. He is just about the last of the old crew to tie the knot – in fact, most of the founding members have moved onto the child-bearing portion of our evening, with yours truly joining their ranks oh-so-shortly – so a lot of the boys were back in town. Hanging down at Pino’s (Go Eagles!).

Being that my gorgeous, pregnant wife accompanied me to the wedding – and the fact that I’m becoming a father is about the only thing I ever think about these days – babies were a hot topic of conversation all weekend. And if there was one thing that put a damper on what was a fantastic, incredibly fun weekend of festitivies, it was the blunt honesty of my friends who already have kids. They were pulling no punches when it came to giving me the dirt on being a dad, and some of those punches went right to the kidneys.

Independence Day has nothing to do with your baby, Pinko.

There are two things that become pretty popular with certain types of expecting parents as their due date approaches. One thing they do is act like their fetus has already landed and say “it’s Baby Nilbog’s first Independence Day!” even thought the kid is still trapped inside his watery tomb. Sorry, womb. I am not that kind of person. If I were, I might be pissed off that my son’s first baseball game was at Yankee Stadium earlier today. But since he wasn’t actually there, I don’t have to say that.

The other thing certain insufferable types of expecting parents do is start marking every checkpoint, holiday, event of any kind as “the last one we’ll ever have without a kid around,” i.e. “the last Christmas ever without Baby Jojo” or “the last beer pong tournament without a kid to get home to,” etc. I am not that kind of person either, but if I were, I might say that today is the last 4th of July I’ll ever experience without being a father. But I’m not that kind of person, nor do I give a shit about the 4th. Read more about Independence Day has nothing to do with your baby, Pinko. …

28 Jun

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Baby Name-Gate

When my wife and I acquired a cat at the start of our relationship, the arrival of said cat nearly ended said relationship.

It wasn’t the cat’s fault – by now she’s been a constant companion for almost 5 years; it was the naming of said cat that nearly derailed what is now a healthy 5 year-old relationship, complete with marriage, emasculation and pregnancy.

It took us weeks to name the stupid thing. And it was never going to matter much. Cat’s might – MIGHT – recognize their names, but odds are even if they do, they don’t care when you call it. So the cat’s name is more for our benefit than the pet’s.

A child’s name, on the other hand, is significant. And we have two months left to come up with one. It is much harder than naming a cat.

We’ve gone through at least 5 baby books, browsed nearly every baby name website there is, ruled out names of friends’ babies, decided against any family names, considered creative spellings of common names (Aleksander, anyone?) and even blurted out the names of inanimate objects, just to, ya know, see how it feels. I’m partial to Gravel. Or Headlight.

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