Life has changed. We’re moving to Seattle, where I got a way-super-rad-nerd-gig and my wife has family in that area.
To add rad to awesome, I sent the following email to some family members earlier this week:
As you may know, I am partly responsible for Shelly’s current
plight—that is to say it is probably my fault that she vomits thrice
Low and behold, when we went to the doctor today, we discovered that
there was a large, olive-shaped object which is chiefly responsible
for the frequent evacuations.
Since it is the size of a large olive, we’re calling it either Oliver,
or Olivia. As it grows to be the size of other foods, I’m sure we’ll
change its name.
Little-O’s heart was beating at 167 bpm! We saw its little feet and
hands. Our first time seeing Little-O I noticed that it did not have
a neck, to which I quipped, “it will never be the head of a major
corporation.” The doctor quickly proved to me that Little-O does in
fact have a neck and that all signs point to a healthy, little,
At any rate, we’re super-excited and we wanted to share our excitement with you.
The doctor mentioned that the due date will be around April 27. I’ve
already apologized to Beef that we cannot be there for when Baby Bash
(Beef + Ash = Bash) comes along, but I think he understands.
I partly fear The Wrath Of Mom—after all, how could Shelly and I be
so insensitive as to have started Little-O at the same time as The
Bashworks were beginning? All I can say in my defense is that Beef
and I come from fertile stock and QED.
Love you guys,
Dave, Shelly and Little-O, the Human-thing.
Surprisingly, I’m not tickled by the thought of referring to Oliver/Olivia as “Weiser Spawn” (much to my wife’s relief). Seeing Little-O move and groove, hearing its heartbeat and then recognizing that my wife and I (but mostly my wife) are building another human from scratch has made me awestruck. I feel a seriousness and a preciousness that I did not expect to feel.
How life changes. I’m sure the content of this blog will change as time goes on.