Two Gentlemen of Minnesota

Wow, it has been too long since I last wrote an entry. Jack finally clapped for basically the first time yesterday. We've been trying for a long time and he finally did it.

As of late, The new Trampled by Turtles album "Duluth" has been a good companion for Jack and I. Some of the mandolin solos feel like they're going off the rails but in a good way. My wife and I also took in "Two Gentlemen of Verona" at The Guthrie Theater. Quite an ambitious show, it was set in the 1950's before a live studio audience.

As far as rants go, I wish there were more zippers than snaps on baby's clothing because it would make it a lot easier to get them dressed.

Lastly, I wish it would finally stop snowing for good so Jack and I can go for more walks.


"I hate songs that make you feel sad. Songs that make you feel like you were born to lose, bound to lose, no good for nobody."

-Woody Guthrie


"They're not even our friends, we're just lookin' at 'em"

- My wife on Facebook

Stay at home dads save the world...again

Baby Clothes Sizes

How can baby sizes be so far off sometimes? We'll get clothes for Jack that are supposed to be whatever month he's in and they're not even close to fitting him. Do some of these baby clothing companies just sort of take a guess as to what sizes babies are? I think they may be using Cabbage Patch Kids for models because when they're off, they're really off. Usually jumbo gigantic or too small for a a baby hamster. Not usually too much in between. Granted, most of Jack's clothes are hand me downs so they've been through the wash a few times but that shouldn't matter too much. It's a mystery. Thank God he has two thousand outfits to pick from.

Jammin' in the Kitchen

I pick up my six string and strap it on because I know I won't sit still when he's on the move. I start strummin' and follow him into the kitchen. Eventually I sit down so he can play too. He mutes the strings with his hands. My strums become drums. I keep singing to the beat. He checks out the tuning pegs. I fear that he might cut his hands on the string endings sticking out, but he never does. Sometimes he'll groove up and down to the songs but not today. He's too busy digging in drawers that we've unloaded and replaced with toys. Eventually he's overcome with a tantrum and the music must die.


"What, those bands touring around? You think that's the Stones, man? You think that's the Who?
Robots, man."

-Eric Bogosian