So today a TON of the Schneider relatives from the wife's side of the family came to town, and we had lunch, and then we went over to Andy and Linda's for dinner (one of my wife's cousins) where there were even MORE Schneider relatives. My wife has a megabig family. Anyway, it was really too much for the boy. Too much noise. He started to freak.

And unfortunately, it seems Beth is getting sick too. So I sent her to bed with some Theraflu that her mom went and got us, and I'm taking care of the boy tonight.

Which is nice. Even if I have to get up 3 or 4 times tonight. It's funny how he's turning into a little person, obviously with a will of his own.

Life has been hectic. Sleep has become more of a priority since it's become so rare. Luckily, Jack is starting to sleep longer and get up less and less through the night. So that's good.

Ok, I know it's totally cheesy, but I really like that Lily Allen song. Maybe it's because of the melody, or the total revenge video over here, or the fact that she's totally English, or the quasi-reggae/hiphop skank thing going on. I don't know. I like it. There's something about the gumption of English pop stars who try to make it over in America.

Oh yeah. John mentioned a comment I made on Brotherhood2.o, which was pretty neat. How DO we decrease the ambient suckage?

I know one way. Despite the sleep deprivation, having a kid has decreased my personal suckage by orders of magnitude.

Speaking of the kid:

















Oh yeah.

This is a really interesting article about the possible genetic origins of homo sapiens. Human-chip hybrids and uplift are also touched on.

So, Beth made this amazing stuff for dinner, these Cuban sloppy joe sandwiches out of ground turkey, some sort of tomato sauce, olives, and then hoagies with a mojo sauce and pickles. Mmmm...

So, turn about is fair-play, and I made crepes with chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup and whipped cream for dessert.

It's funny, the ways that someone that you KNOW can still surprise you. I got home from work and Beth was watching Harold and Kumar go to White Castle, or whatever. She said she had never heard of it, but was enjoying it immensely. Which is funny. Because I was certain that she would HATE that movie.

I had some other stuff I wanted to write, but I forgot what they were.

Here's a picture of Jack's feet.
















And this is the boy himself.