The amount of poop this tiny thing generates is stupefying.
Monthly Archives: March 2007
More Troy
Little Troy
Guess who finally showed up to his own birthday party?
That’s right: Troy Steven Sagara
9:22 am
8 lbs., 6 oz.
20 inches long
Mom is tired and recovering well. She had some nasty back labor, but overall, it was a very quick labor: 7 hours.
Baby Troy, by all appearances, is happy and healthy. 10 fingers, 10 toes, and 2 nipples. Can’t ask for any more than that!
A special thanks goes out to Christi White. The birthing process is a lot less scary when one of your wife’s closest friends is an OB nurse, and she’s with you throughout the entire ordeal. Christi, you made the whole experience much easier to cope with than it would have been without your help. So, thank you.
Okay, all, back to the hospital. I’m all showered up and ready to go strike a Heisman pose with my new baby.
Laters!
Black Death: now, with more fuzz!
File this one under the “Stoned Biology Major Turns Entrepreneur” category.
These would make great gifts for your germaphobe friends. Now they can freak out uncontrollably and be comforted at the same time. One can’t help but marvel at the advances of modern science and technology.
(Gawd. Even as furry little stuffed animals, they still creep me out. No thanks.)
Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!
No baby.
So, instead of fawning over cute baby pictures that have yet to be taken, take a gander at this freak of nature instead:
No baby yet
So, here’s a gratuitous Homer shot instead:
Spineless
40 weeks
Spot the preggo
Two people in the Sagara household had breakfast this morning. Well, three, but Homer has the same thing every day, so for the purposes of this discussion, we’ll exclude the culinary bliss that is Chicken and Rice kibble.
The two bipeds in this house had breakfast this morning:
* Person 1 had a fried egg sandwich on toasted sourdough bread, covered with copious amounts of Tabasco and mustard, accompanied with a side dish of kimchi.
* Person 2 had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios.
So, based on that information, dear reader, who do you think is the preggo? Person 1, or Person 2?
Edit: If you guessed Person 2, you guessed correctly. I’m the stinky/spicy food-loving person in this family. Plus, the Tabasco/kimchi combination would have given her killer heart burn, and when she burped, she would have Scorched Earth-ed my face with her kimchi death breath. No, I rather like my eyebrows, thank you very much, so I’m more than happy to have her eating cereal and yogurt for breakfast.