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This has probably been brought to all of your attention already, but just in case you missed it somehow: Dwyeropolis has welcomed its newest member.

Sarah gave birth to our son, Benedict Ambrose Dwyer, just under two weeks ago, July 28, 2009.

At birth, Ben (or “Bender,” as he’s known around these parts) was 21 inches long and weighed in at 8 pounds, 4 ounces (almost too heavy for the newborns wrestling weight class). By his first official pediatrician’s visit last week, he’d grown an inch and had regained most of the “freshman 8 oz.” that the kids typically lose these days. A strong, healthy boy, who’s only real vice is that he snores at night. Just a little.

We apologize for not doing more posting to the blog. We’ll try to correct that going forward, for those not also following us on Ye Facebooke. In the unlikely event that we’re still not great about updating, all of the photos of Ben, Pru and the rest will be uploaded to our Flickr site: http://www.flickr.com/photos/dwyeropolis/

To tide you over in the meantime, assorted pictures of Ben and his happy family:

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New PruTube

There are several new videos up on Prutube.  They document Thanksgiving, Christmas and all the holidays in between (and a few that happen after as well).  We are quite behind in our documentary updates, clearly.   Happy viewing!

Bill of Good Health

Pru had a check up this morning.  Everything went smoothly aside from the measurement-taking and the vaccination-giving.   Fortunately, cookies still work as a ameliorative gesture:

Pru decides innoculations are a fair trade for Nilla wafers

Pru decides inoculations are a fair trade for Nilla wafers

Pictures are nice but we know why you are all here — you want measurements.  Without delay:

Height: 32.0  in (90th percentile)
Weight:  22 lb 14 oz (50th percentile)
Head circumference:   47.5 cm (90th percentile)

In Which I Am a Cliche

A note to all the would-be suburban dads out there:  when you go to explore a strange noise in your garage or basement or the like, where there’s a remote but actual possibility that you may be about to face down an intruder, don’t do what you’ve seen every TV or movie character do in similar circumstances  (when they don’t have a firearm or a baseball bat) and arm yourself with a large chef’s knife “just in case”.

The reasons are twofold:  one, you will feel ridiculously hackneyed, and two, even if there is an intruder, the knife will do you no good.  If the intruder has a gun, then you’ve literally brought a knife to a gunfight, which works about as well as the figure of speech suggests.  If the intruder is unarmed, the knife will be a hinderance you’ll have to discard, since you probably won’t want to stab an unarmed man (even if he is an intruder) in part because (depending on where you live) you probably don’t have the legal right to.  The knife only does you any good if you’re facing down an intruder armed with a knife (or some other non-firearm weapon – perhaps a mace, or a tree branch) but even then, the odds are good the intruder has better knife-fighting skills than you.  It’s just an incentives issue.

We *may* have spent part of the day yesterday (when the ice giant Ymir visited Albany and bedecked the land with a frosty dollop, leaving us trapped inside, huddling together for warmth) unwrapping Christmas presents early.  We did this because (a) it doesn’t make much sense to drag everything down with us to Rhode Island, where we’ll be spending “calendrical Christmas,” just to have to port it back with us; (b) Pru had already partially unwrapped most of the presents, anyway; and (c) I have very poor impulse control.  Photos of our premature Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanza/Saturnalia can be found here.

Clunky but Cool

Has any three-word phrase ever so perfectly encapsulated a man?

Ouroboros

A friend from college (who now has her own blog, by the way) chided me, ever so gently, to update my blog more often.  So, here you go, Windy.  😉