My grandfather is 90 today. He goes by “Mac.”

I remember seeing him a few years back (maybe 5 or 6?) and he was just beginning to exhibit some senile behavior. My mom said “This is Mark…” and he stuck his hand out to me and said “Mac’s the name.” It was like he was 22 and a sailor for just a moment. It was really weird to see him as a young man.

So today he’s 90. He’s lived a long, life and a good one. Here’s to old age.

Our Camera broke recently, so we don’t have any new pictures. We’re working on getting some from the grandparents and aunt, especially since Bethany has started to sit up and crawl recently. We have a new camera on order, hopefully it will come soon.

“Timmy have bottle… okay… okay.”

Our son is talking in his sleep. We gave him some Benedryl because he was wheezing. That knocked him about about 30 minutes before he normally goes to bed.

“Do…. Bed!”

Now it’s about 10:00 and we’re just listening to him talk over the monitor.

“One… Two… Three!”

He can’t really be awake because he’s asking for stuff and crying for it like it’s happening… then sort of replying. “Okay… okay…” after a bit. It’s sad, cute, pathetic and funny all at the same time.

And now all we here is the sound of a sucked thumb. Ahh, bliss.

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I saw this Ben Folds video about his son. It nearly made me cry.

Good lyrics, in typical Ben Folds style:

Good moring son, I am a bird
wearing a brown polyester shirt
You want a coke? Maybe some fries?
The roast beef combo only $9.95

It’s okay, you don’t have to pay
I’ve got all the change…

Everybody knows…
It hurts to grow up
And Everybody does…
So weird to be back here
Let me tell you what…
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it
We’re still figthing it…

And You’re
So much
Like me
I’m sorry..

Good morning son, in twenty years from now
Maybe we’ll both sit down and have a few beers
And I can tell… You ’bout today
And how I picked you up and everything changed.

It was pain, sunny days and rain.
I knew you’d feel the same things.

Everybody knows…
It sucks to grow up
And Everybody does…
So weird to be back here
Let me tell you what…
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it
We’re still figthing it…

You’ll try and try
And one day… you’ll fly…
Away from me…

Good morning son…
Good morning son…
Good morning son…
Good morning son…
Good morning son…
I am a bird…

It was pain, sunny days and rain.
I knew you’d feel the same things.

Everybody knows…
It hurts to grow up
And Everybody does…
So weird to be back here
Let me tell you what…
The years go on and
We’re still fighting it
We’re still figthing it, aw..
We’re still fighting it
We’re still figthing it…

And You’re
So much
Like me
I’m sorry.

se, with the exception of the guest bedroom… crazy I say!

Anyway, we rearranged our room for the first time in two years. It’s very refreshing to do so. Now the room just has a different feel–plus it’s actually picked up. There were huge piles of junk all over the room that got either thrown out or put away as a result of the rearranging.

So, my suggestion for all of you that can’t get motivated is to ignore the larger task at hand. You can’t do that. Just pick one very concrete thing that you can do in an estimatable amount of time and do it. Then let that energy propel you forward to complete the larger task that you have somewhere in the very back of your mind.

Woo hoo for rearranging!

It started innocently enough.

“Play Cans!” Timothy says. He grabs the cans that are on the door inside of our pantry and picks them up. He then says “Wassat” to one of us and we tell him. Then he puts it back or puts it on the ground… it’s kinda cute.

But as I write this he’s writhing in pain… he took two cans and dropped one.

On his toe.

His toenail is pretty much black. He might even have a broken toe… which stinks. So after a little while he kinda gets over it. But then every time he stands up, he has that toe popped up in the air and starts crying. It really can’t feel good. We took him across the street and got him some popcorn that the neighbors were selling at their snowcone stand. Then we went to the pool, but he was still a very unhappy boy when we got home.

It was so sad.

Big takeaway? It really doesn’t take much to mess us up. We’re simultaneously resilient and terribly fragile. My grandfather is going to turn 90 in a week. He may or may not make it that long, but the fact that he’s 90 is a testement to his resiliency… but his condition is so fragile. Ninety years isn’t long at all.

Wow, my son stubbing his toe gets me all philosophical… how lame am I. Heh.

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We recorded Timothy saying a bunch of words and strung them together in this phone message. Listen to it online or just call us and listen.

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If you haven’t watched Super Size Me, you should. And now, by the magic of the interweb… you can watch it *now* for free.

Super Size Me is now available on IKlipz for your viewing pleasure.

Oh, and if you have any fondness for fast food, go have a burger *before* you watch it. You won’t want to eat one for a month afterwards.