Here's where you'll find all the posts about the kids, starting with the most recent entry and going all the way back to their conception.
October 12th, 2005 by Jim Clark
Stop me if you’ve heard this one before.
So Donald Rumsfeld is giving the President his daily briefing on Iraq.
He concludes by saying: “Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed.”
“OH NO!” the President exclaims. “That’s terrible!”
His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.
Finally, the President looks up and asks, “How many is a brazillion?”
October 4th, 2005 by Jim Clark
Family and friends keep crying at me for baby pictures. I suppose they’re right, I have been remiss in showing off the little ones. So fine, follow this link to see some recent photos.
September 19th, 2005 by Jim Clark
My son got circumcised today. Ouch. It hurts to even think about it.
He’s doing okay. He cried during the procedure, obviously, but he seems to be just fine now. Tough little kid. When I got circumcised I couldn’t walk for a whole year afterwards.
I asked the doctor if I could keep TJ’s foreskin in a jar so I could take it out and show it to his girlfriend when he’s fifteen. The look on the doctor’s face was a definite “no”.
September 13th, 2005 by Jim Clark
It’s an art, apparently.
I mean, look at this article at CNN: “Police find 8 Ohio kids locked in cages“.
As clumsy as I feel being a new parent, I can at least feel better knowing that I’m not as bad as that.
September 10th, 2005 by Jim Clark
We took our newborn twins home from the NICU on Wednesday night, and they’ve been punishing us ever since.
I’ve heard somewhere that someone said the human body only needs three hours of sleep per day in order to survive. I would like to meet the person who said this and punch them square in the face. I don’t even remember what three hours of sleep feels like.
As I write this, someone in the house is shrieking. It could be my son, or maybe my daughter. Probably my wife, actually. It could even be me, I don’t know.
The babies are so angry… So very, very angry… and hungry. Babies hungry. Angry… hungry, angry…
So tired…
