"...Kilbaby's room is part Peanuts, and part stacks of videotapes of our acts..."
Peanuts and Stacks, Oct 24th, 2006
Kilbaby, give me two more days. I'm taping Best Week Ever tomorrow and I need you to hold off until Wednesday afternoon. Thank you.
Did the college, did the show at Caroline's... got a diaper genie on Craigslist, cut and dyed my hair so I could be blonde for the delivery. El B and I are up everynight til 5 AM, watching TV, DVDs, anything we haven't gotten to yet because some jerk
on Slate wrote an article speculating that TV watching causes autism and while it's probably not true, probably isn't good enough which means after Kilbaby is born, I have to curtail.
Oh, Battlestar Gallactica, I will miss ye.
My mom is here to usher her first grandchild into the world, and having a Mom in Harlem is kind of like having a baby anywhere. We walked out of the grocery store near my apartment and instead of following me, she began to wander up Frederick Douglass Blvd like a missing alzheimer's patient. I grabbed her before she looked the wrong person in the eye.
We are not totally prepared. Kilbaby's room is part Peanuts, and part stacks of videotapes of our acts. My son's gaze will land on either a sleepy Snoopy or a VHS label that reads "Wit's End, 1996, 47 min."
My real-world intel has informed me that the weight estimates from sonagrams are wildly inaccurate. Kilbaby came in a 8 lbs, 13 oz last week, but that could be off by as much as two pounds. They don't tell you that at the doctor's, of course. You have to ask mothers.
