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You know, Sarah and I make a big show of being antiquarian weirdos totally out of touch with the crazy, messed-up times in which we’re living, but the truth is, when push comes to shove, we’re actually weirdos who are largely in sync with these crazy, messed-up times.* Thus, like seemingly everybody else who’s going to have a baby these days, we went in for one of those 3D/4D ultrasound deals. I was initially skeptical, since getting a 4D ultrasound movie set to lullabyes that sound like they were arranged by Enya seems like the sort of thing you do if you’re planning to name your child Makayla or Chance. After having done it, though, I have to say that either my skepticism was ill-founded or I’m some kind of closeted Makayla-namer. It was a delightful experience. I got my first genuinely extended view of Sweet Pea (our previous *medical* ultrasound had felt a little rushed, and they actually spent most of their time looking to see whether the baby was healthy, rather than trying to get some nice head shots … losers …). She spent most of the time cuddled up against the placenta (which, as a guy who likes to spend his time cuddled up against a pillow, I can appreciate). She was also apparently stuck in some kind of yoga position, with one foot up by her head (I have a less easy time understanding the appeal of that). And she smiled a few times. Probably just gas, but it’s a nice reminder that my lame jokes and I are about to have the world’s easiest audience, at least for a little while. Anyway, without further ado, I give you: some cute ultrasonic in-utero baby photos:

It's a Girl!

It’s a Girl!

I think Sweet Pea may be flashing a gang sign in the last one. Lets just hope she doesn’t insist on dressing all in red.

*Except when it comes to naming. Sweet Pea’s real name is not Ava, Emma, Isabella, or Madison. That’s a clue, trying-to-guess-what-Sweet-Pea’s-real-name-is-people.

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Last Sunday was our one-year anniversary. It’s hard to fathom its already been a year…. On the one hand, I can barely remember life without Sarah; on the other, it feels like we were just hand-sewing our bedroom curtain (one of our zanier honeymoon activities) to keep the guys in the parking lot across the street from being able to see in the window. Maybe I just have a really bad memory and/or sense of time.

Anyway, our anniversary was very nice. First off, I didn’t have to work, which was nice (and, lately, unusual). After Mass, we went to the South Street Seaport (now a mall, rather than a mob-run fish market) where we had delicious Nathans Famous hot dogs for lunch (never let it be said I don’t buy her nice things).

On our way back, we passed a little tchotchke cart where they were selling pencils with little wooden animals instead of erasers. I spied, with my little eye, a penguin pencil, and since it was our “paper” anniversary, and my bride is dangerously obsessed with penguins, I leapt at the chance. (Also, the anniversary gift I’d gotten her hadn’t arrived yet [indeed, it still hasn’t … ]) So, we got the penguin pencil, and since there was a price break at three we got a monkey and an elephant, too. (Ahh, Zoidberg, at last you’re becoming a crafty consumer!)

After that, we went back home and watched that classic paean to marital love, Woyzeck. We were on a bit of a Klaus Kinski kick for a while, but that’s thankfully cleared up. I’d planned that we would have a big steak dinner at Harry’s (our friendly neighborhood steakhouse), but had neglected to make reservations, or even make sure they were open on Sundays. And, indeed, they were not. (Have I mentioned that I’m the world’s greatest husband?) So, after some hemming and hawing, we went to our old standby, Jackson Hole, where we had a colossal hamburger and a ginormous chicken sandwich, respectively. Then, on a whim, we caught Superbad at a nearby theater. (Sarah is almost penguin-level obsessed with Michael Cera; I just wanted to see the movie so I could say stupid things like “It was good, but it needed more Korsmo.”) Then, tired but flush with cash from having not spent $100 on steaks, we took a cab home. And that’s all I’m going to say about the rest of our evening, this being a family-oriented blog.

Well, there you have it: this blog’s first genuine, substantive post. I promise this space will eventually be mostly cute baby photos (and maybe some recipes). In the meantime, I’ll try to avoid inflicting too many solipsistic blow-by-blows of my days on you. Not that hard, mind you, but I’ll try.

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First Human-Generated Post

I’m tired of having the only post on our blog be the one that WordPress automatically generated when we created the darn thing.  I want genuine human-created content!  And so, here you go.

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