Ready, Set...Wait

We have Olive's room ready to go. Incase the pink didn't clue you in we are having a girl. Hudson has decided to help prepare us for Olive's arrival as well. He has decided the last few nights to wake up every two hours. He will cry for me and I will get to his room and ask him what he wants. He will say "Quesadilla" or "Pizza" or "Hot Dog". He's totally hip to Taco Bell's 4th meal. I also totally get that some of life's best meals taste better at 3am. I of course try to discourage this behavior as best as possible. The problem is, is that it runs in our blood. I remember staying up late as a young lad watching TV in the basement and then hearing the squeak of the floor above me as my pops on autopilot fixed himself a bowl of ice cream. I would go upstairs and he wouldn't even look at me. I think he was sleep eating. It's like a pit bull is bred to fight. We were bred to snack. You can't fight nature.

Somebody has got to tell him!

You will have to click on this picture to get a better view. Did anyone else notice Stevie's choice of facial hair at the DNC last week? It's not a goatee because there is no hair on the chin. To me I pictured Stevie was in the back waiting to come on and enjoying a delicious piece of chocolate cake when they came back and said "Mr. Wonder your on!" I then picture him scrambling to get on stage forgetting to wipe his mouth, Obviously not checking a mirror. Is it just me, or is this a strange choice of facial hair? I get it, he's blind, but doesn't he have someone close to say "hey the hair around the face. Not good." 

Runner?

I apologize for my short hiatus from blogging. I know I have upset my fans, both of them, Sorry Leyla and Emily. I have recently started running again. My friends Ryan and Kevin are training for the Chicago Marathon on October 4. I, for some reason, thought starting to train 5 weeks out with marathon runners was a good idea. I was actually impressed with myself that I could make the 13 mile run with them last Saturday. I do think it looks a little odd that these two fit guys with sleeveless shirts and cut biceps are running with this chubby guy. Clearly people driving by must be thinking one of these things is not like the other. Me bouncing and jiggling quite a bit more than a real runner should. It begs the question, How can someone run 13 miles and still be chubby? I don't know. I'm going to McDonald's to clear my head and think it over.