painting and non-sweeping

My dad is here and we got some long overdue painting done. The stairwell leading upstairs looks a lot better. Evan and Eric are enjoying pop-pop.

Speaking of stairs, a special message goes out to Phillies DH Matt Stairs: Thanks for providing the one run last night with a nice hit. Boy, I thought the Phils were gonna smoke Yankee pitcher and tattoo doofus A.J. Burnett, but he had some stellar stuff last night. The Phils swung at too many pitches that were in the dirt or weren't strikes. They watched the good pitches go by and swung at the garbage. My hat's off to Burnett.

So we know the Yankers won't be swept and we will see if the good guys can right the ship Saturday at Citizens Bank Park. My bet is yes. The pitchers now have to hit which changes the game tremendously.

Phils 1-0 World Series lead because...

i've done both

i am what i eat

Well it's almost 4 am and I feel sick. Not because of the flu or any airborne illness but because I just inhaled an immense amount of junk. I collapsed. I don't know what happened. I wish I could throw it all up.

I was given a mission by Sue to get milk for the morning. So off I went to our local 24 hour Redner's Supermaket. The store is usually a ghost town at 2pm, and tonight was no different. I like walking the aisles of empty stores with an overwhelming hunger for junk. The devil on my right shoulder always trumps the angel on my left when I'm standing in front of some kind of coveted garbage food. DO IT JOE. Just do extra sit-ups tomorrow. There's only one checkout person and there's nobody here to judge you. Atta boy! There's always regret afterward though, as there is right now (burps, gas).

I checked out the deals. I only buy my junk food on sale. My favorite chips were on sale! 2 big bags for $4! One bag is now history. Burritos 2/1.00! No way! I'll buy six. Two burritos down the pie hole. Celeste Pizza For One! I only bought one. And it, much like the burritos and chips, is swimming in a half bottle of Diet Coke. I wish you could feel the grease pouring out of my pores, like I do right now! I think I'll suspend my gripes about the state of health insurance for the time being.

But I accomplished my mission and Sue will awaken to fresh milk for the boys and half a bottle of Diet Coke for her to enjoy tomorrow. And somehow, this makes me feel better. Even if I did eat 5 days worth of fat in a little over 30 minutes.

I am now going to barf.

4:01am 8 lbs 4 ozs

Today is the anniversary of a very important and special event for Sue and I. Today is the day a few years back where life as we knew it ended and the sudden realization came that all day, everyday, wasn't about us anymore.

Sixty months ago Eric was born. I know I say this a lot but time flies. It's hard to believe that 8 pounds has turned into 47. It's hard to believe that whimpers and cries have turned into words and intelligent conversation. It's hard to believe that fit-the-shape puzzles morphed into excellent dexterity on an ipod, laptop computer and video games (ugh, I know).

What's not hard to believe is the immense honor and pride we feel in being blessed with such a perfect little boy, who has become a sensitive, smiling gentleman right before our amazed, speechless eyes.

Happy Birthday Eric. Keep growing, keep amazing us and changing our world. And thanks for choosing Sue and I.

train ride

Mom took Eric on his first train ride today. They got on the 3:00 to Vera Cruz at The Pennsburg Train Station and were gone for about 2 hours. Motion sickness was reported by both as the train topped out at ten miles per hour.

Who wants to pull this train with me?

I think I have Mommy's eyes

Daddy rented this whole train car for me and Mom

Are we home yet?

football

back of the net, baby

Soccer is officially over for the season. It was fun to see Eric play when I could. When I could see, that is. Something needs to be done about maybe moving the season up on the calendar because 6 pm start times in September and October make for a very dark match. Injury could result if nothing's done and we don't want to see that for anyone's child.