original little hellraisers

owen good.
kitchen almost done.
pictures soon.
busy with work.
ultrasound tomorrow.
love you all.

as i write this, i can hear a couple arguing in the apartment nearby.  apartment you say?  why are you in an apartment…?
i am staying at the apartment of our ever so gracious julie while our house is having its floors refinished.  julie is down in los angeles visiting my little brother and is returning [...]

this whole concept of a second child is, for whatever reason, so much less stressful than when we had owen.  maybe it is because we know how this all works (for the first year, at least) and we know about all the crap we don’t need to buy to raise a newborn.  it’s funny when [...]

…if you are reading this, owen and i are locked in what was the guest bedroom.  since i can access teh interwebs i am calling out to you that i am a prisoner in my own house.  somebody called the flooring guy is working with some mean looking equipment — all i can hear outside [...]